Lola

[Intro: Tech N9ne]

Lola Morris, she lived on the next block

You know what I′m sayin'

And she′s the one that told me to stop beatboxing and write a rap

And I came here and I wrote my first rap

[Verse: Tech N9ne]

Beatboxing for Anthony Hall and 'em

The money dog's rhymin′, I′m thinkin' I′m hearin' the God in him

We on the bus home from Bangem′

A tiny voice said to me, "Leave that

Spittin' stuff ′lone and sing 'em"

Up to this point, I never ever touched songs or sling 'em

When she told me to write a verse that put a rush on thе kingdom

Go, Lola, Lola, Lola, yo, I never wrote ′еm so you know

But I′m a fan of rap so I got an idea on how it's supposed to go

Stare at me, stare at me, everybody on the bus, they stare at me

Hot seat like in therapy, so I can′t let wack embarrass me

Now it's on, she gave me a task when I get home

To write a song, a verse will do but it gotta be strong

So off the dome, wrote eight bars, not too long

Called it D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z, right then my mind′s blown, ayy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, when I spit this, they gonna go nuts

Felt that flow rush in my shoulders, nothin' vulgar when I wrote the

Beat inside of my head, wrote some heat and right on my bed

What I′m speakin' got me geekin', ain′t no sleepin′, fightin' my zeds

Rapped this the next day when I was in school all through my classes

′Cause messin' up on the bus ride home, it would be tragic

Sick all the girls and dudes on the bus might think it′s average

And laugh, this I have it, it's magic

School′s out, if I'm dope or wack on the bus, it gon' be ruled out

Whole damn bus turn around, lookin′ at me, I′m thinkin', "Move, mouth"

Hit that beat on my chest and showed ′em all a new route

True clout spew to make them fools shout

Lola loved it (Yes, she did)

Lola loved it (Yes, she did)

My soldiers loved it and everybody that rode the buses

Let me get money dog, the only one lookin' at me wrong

′Cause think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z because he stands alone

Sound like a diss, sound like a diss

Could it be my dope rap hurt their melody, that like abyss

Wasn't intended, still rappin′ really

Wasn't brought to hear this rampage

But Lola Morris ignited my love of lyrics always

What's up, what′s up, what′s up, love of lyrics always

What's up, what′s up, what's up, love of lyrics always

What′s up, what's up, what′s up, love of lyrics always

Got the N9na bustin' 'til my stubble here is all gray