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Lyrics
1. Yo, Cortez, flunked math in fourth grade,
Now you countin' losses, all your dreams delayed.
2. Canât add up the skills, your flowâs a disgrace,
While Iâm breakin' down numbers, youâre lost in space.
3. You think youâre a star, but youâre barely a flick,
Steppin' to me, boy, thatâs a risky pick.
4. Smellinâ like trouble, yeah, you know itâs true,
Cortez in the room? They clear it like the flu.
5. B5, your crew, man, theyâre just as weak,
Your rhymes all stale, got me feelinâ antique.
6. You wanna battle me? Thatâs a bad decision,
Iâm the math whiz here, you just lack precision.
7. Glasses on my face, girls love the style,
While youâre sittin' in the back, just lookin' in denial.
8. Iâm the whole equation, youâre just a mistake,
Call me Mr. Perfect, Iâm the real deal, no fake.
9. Your bars are like fractions, they just donât add up,
Iâm out here sippinâ victory, youâre drowninâ in your cup.
10. So keep your head low, donât step to my throne,
When I drop these lines, youâll feel it in your bones.
11. Iâm the glasses-wearinâ king, and the girls all swoon,
While youâre out here lost, like a kid in a cartoon.
12. So take this lesson, Cortez, donât mess with the best,
Iâm the ace in this game, while youâre flunkinâ the test.
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