Perfect Profession
Savant of Rarebreed
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Coming up as a snotty nosed brat, I was Just that, man: a snotty nosed brat, I was Loud mouthed, man, stayed getting smacked There's a reason that my lips to this day stay fat, now Nowadays I'd hardly complain Since I hardly hear complaints from all the dames I should probably thank my mom for all the pain I mean, I might, though She's largely to blame Not blame, per se But nahmean? Man, you know what she'd probably say? "Boy, don't thank me. 'Cuz you ain't changed You talk just as much today as when you first came You came out my womb gums beating away Greg, that's all you did was talk all day All day, Greg Believe me when I say this: the English language? Praise God that you gained it 'Cuz all the baby talk, the cute squeals and squawks All stopped being cute before you learned to walk Child, please I'm just being honest And when it comes to talking, you ain't never been modest And not that you needed to be I just wish you would listen more easily Then again, it makes sense: you rapping or whatever Still running your mouth, except your vocab's better Coming up as a snotty nosed brat, I was Just that, man: a snotty nosed brat, I was Loud mouthed, man, stayed getting smacked There's a reason I excel at this thing named rap, but Back in the days when rap became the rage I was being raised in the Baptist way Or rather in the Baptist way, doubled down with doctrine of the Daggett way But my dad is a reverend and chaplain So that meant marching in the lane that he felt God laid Anyway, I'll make it plain: According to Dad's way, rap isn't the way we should praise His name His, meaning Yahweh And Yahweh is God's name And everything we did was to praise God's name But see, Dad sang, and thought I should do the same Either that, or do my thing and let the trumpet ring Yeah, I'm classically trained, jazz masterfully trained Now I casually play Add that to the fact that my swag and ways are Similar to Dad's and you've got mad strain 'Cuz I didn't want to sing, or preach, or play And didn't think that everything should praise God's name So we clashed and collided and still do today The spats that we wage helped me fill this page It's the perfect profession Microphone blessing I MC, no need to second guess it Yes, it's me: Savant of RAREBREED Doc T on the beat and it sounds so sweet It's the perfect profession Microphone blessing I MC, no need to second guess it Yes, it's me: Savant of RAREBREED Doc T on the beat It's perfection to me
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