Lunch Room Rap (It's Nothing)

(Intro) This flow is ill, this flow is ill right here Adams Fam [Vast Aire] You better watch my blade, speak the truth I bring the pain like Method Better yet a wisdom tooth You been miseducated, your style's outdated You need to regroup, I'mma rap cyclone I'm tired of clones You better get ten feet away, one size own Flip 'em the bird, flesh from the chrome You got three feet of space and I'll crack ya dome Six minutes, Vast Aire is on And the party don't stop till we see daylight That's about six a.m When you falling out the bar with ya next of kin Where should we begin I got the yac, he brought the gin Now I'm seeing intruders like the Gods of crimson Style's so sick, you need tea with lemon (Hook) 2x This is that Lunch Room Rap that the b-boy's holla It ain't about money cuz we all make dollars Ain't about money cuz we all make dollars Ain't about money; ain't about money [Vast Aire] Yes sir! I leave men with no air I dare you to step up unprepared My lecture's sharp like nades of spare Shrink a few heads make 'em disappear Sons of Joel, you better kneel before Zod Before I show you the wrath of God I brush my teeth with a lightning rod I can pop-n-lock in my Izod My favorite rapper was Todd Smith Till his head got gassed and he lost his shit If you step up to me you better step legite I'll hold you to the light like you conterfeit Huh-eh, cuz I'm R A W The 'R' stands for 'Run' thru you (Sha-boo-ku) The 'A' is 'Allah's' virtue The 'W' is a 'Wide' circle Don't make me hurt you (Hook) 2x [Vast Aire] This is that Lunch Room Rap, don't get smacked There's ten more of us in here how you like that? You can leave with ya face sour I'll snap my fingers so you'll know I-got-the-power! Who's that? Ya crew's wack I guess Cinderella wants her slipper back This is what happens when bears attack Plus I got more ho's then a ThunderCat (HOOOOOOOO!) Caddyshack, you want me to go for this and go for that But I know how you moving and how you act I'mma volcano about to react (Hook) 2x