Teacher's Trademark

[Hook] Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not So they murmur a teacher without second thought "I control the stage since the golden age" - Edo G 'Claimin' Respect 2' [Verse One] Remember knick knack patty wack give a dog a bone? No, don't give 'em nothin' but the fo' fifth chrome A muzzle, knuckles, some tribulation and trouble Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble Any hood that I come through, rappers call me they uncle And if I'm repping my jungle, Dirty Jerz in ya house Sit thirty birds on ya couch, put more than words in they mouth I'm that spinner who sips a fifth of cherry wine and [?] Quote a scripture, paint a clear picture 'bout how this shit gon' get ya Get ya wide like sister's thighs when they welcoming Wise Or they eyes when they surprised by the rising size But besides my sexual powers I was just fucking with ya Switch the issue, I had some issues so I copped me a pistol Yet I'm peace, repping the east and Brick City and such We were skinny can not get any niggas give me they lunch [Hook] [Verse Two] I'm going downtown baby, your street in the Dodge Viper Call me the Pied Piper, I got ya chick to follow I got the nickle hollows, I get the pickle swallow I tell a copper, "Listen, I ain't Amadou Diallo." [?] I say many bottles, Dolce Gabbana models I makes 'em wobble wobble Watch how they shake and drop it Cop it, if it's MC's on the topic Negros believe I'm a prophet, critics agree but they knock it Till I put g's in they pocket Cock this heater and pop it Watch it, rep Brick City bet it to a buck fifty She wanna fuck skinny, up in the truck with me Bend over bump with me, never suck a slut titties Mind on this money see this money is mine This might sound funny but I'm still wonderful with the rhyme You see I'm still independent and defending my grind So while you clapping that iron out I'll be perfectly fine, ya dig? [Hook] [Verse Three] Uh oh, heads up cause I'm dropping some shit How any topic ya pick when I'm on top of ya mix I like it Mid tempo when my shit go on your instrumental You're still [?] to be this influential Intelligently yet eccentrically live I pack big guns when I ride, who like to see if I'm lying? I pop up every so often costing MC's their jobs But why the fuck where they high? They're narcolepticly tired Money managed way like their talent most artistically challenged Preacher balanced between the talent and the marketing dollars [?] should be popping they collars, stop and holler You never find a rhymer hotter than him The talented Tim Taylor don't be hating on them Well fuck it I am, don't be overrating 'em then The paper the pen The [?] that I use to ascend when tagging my name Trying to get my foot in the game [Hook]