Good morning class, I'm 'bout to give a lesson in

Hip-Hop, for those of you who questionin'

Thought I was done guess again

When it seems like I'm finished I'm only catchin' my second wind

Rap marathon runner

Flow juiced up to blow Barry Bonds cover

80s baby like Shannon Sharpe's number

Plus two fuck you if you slumber

I don't need no connection, they all laggin'

I mean they all swagged out but they non-swaggin'

How can a skinny work ethic grow fat pockets?

They be slackin, and I don't even have Dockers

Just some denim and the venom flow

So presentable I bet ya end up on my genitals

You'll be attached to my chords like umbilical

Cause they angelical its heaven when I'm in the zone

Somthing like Fergie and Jesus

Ya heard me? I mean this I serve thee like Venus

Fly trap eat 'em up make 'em lie flat

Party like a Pi-Kap guy frat high-dap

Or high-five, same diff likewise

King bars, you got bite-size

People say you got some good bars

But my mom says all you rap about is how good you are

She ain't lyin', but I ain't either

Like I ain't ether

Every beat I featured on your girl thinks I'm a keeper

I'm on the rise like levitra to an eager senior

If I'm cranky I'm in need of either a beat or some reefer

Its nothin personal, I'm somthin versatile

He money, he dough, Turkoglu

I never heard of you, you never heard of me

I understand but thats absurd to me

They said get it out there so im goin yard

Tryin to get my cut of the green, I'm mowin yards

I'm throwin bars knowin that I'm goin far

Goin hard, sharp as throwin darts into Owens heart

I'm older Favre, and younger Brett

Plus the one under jets whats coming next?

Better with age like a fine wine

Tryin to make that light right

Lime like prime time

Neon, Deion, beyond peons

On a recon mission for the green like vegans

Eat on beats I will feast on

Flow dirty as the couch Rick James put his feet on

"No I will not make out with you"

OK, teach on

I went to school and learned econ

I'm prestigious, just peep the school my degree from

And I'mma keep it movin with this shit

Till I'm on demand like movies at the crib

I admit I'm a little looney-tooney with this shit

Just to prove I can spit I'll hock a loogie in this bitch

This is simply exercise, just practice

Yeah the fact is I could make up words

And the shit would be real like a shaqtus

You couldn't match this with e-harmony

It ain't hard to breathe, guess again

Second Wind