Child of The Blues

[Verse 1] I'm giving y'all the lecture, y'all better take ya notes If you trynna ride the paper flow and make some dough Look, I'm just trynna save your life But you the type to never ever wanna take advice A young scholar bringing fire, you just made of ice You gotta play it right to make it in this game of life Got my company behind me, no Milton Bradley Rollin' with my homies who be killin' mad trees Yeah we just some motherfuckin' kids Word to Larry Clark who made the film the motherfuckin' K.I.D.S "Kickin' Incredibly Dope Shit:" that's motherfuckin' K.I.D.S Spittin' ammunition, you bet I'm gunnin' up these kids Never empty handed, always come with somethin' lit I could rap until I vanish but I'm summing up the script, bitch Kill 'em off my hitlist, but never leave a witness A metaphor for your career, which never done existed [Verse 2] I'm the Child of The Blues, got them smilin' but confused They thought the kid be taking sips from the fountain of youth They probably thought I was the G.O.A.T. the way I sound in the booth But I'm the leader of my herd, never following the tribe You finna battle me? You better swallow up your pride Cause I'll leave another casualty, no calling up to 9 The actuality is probably crawling up your spine Hit 'em with a bit of alchemy: elixir of life Leave them drinking down they sorrows with some liquor at night Yeah I'm the illest on the mic but they still picking a fight They callin' me the pen predator, I kill when I write So dont act surprised if you ask who's winning the fight It's just me and Hannibal with a sample on the hook Old school rap with just a candle and a book I'm so intelligent, tellin' it for the hell of it Sentences with a predicate, you bitches just irrelevant