Intro:

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Yo

Welcome to rap school

I’ll be your teacher

Professor D

Lesson one

The ten rap commandments

The most important thing y’all will ever learn

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Verse 1:

Rule one: don’t think, do

Bitches out there dissing you

You cannot stand Idley by

Grab the mic, and make ‘em die

That’ll make them think twice before coming at you

Don’t ever get dissed by a motherfucking fool

Diss ‘em all, diss their allies too

Rule number one, don’t think, do

Verse 2:

Rule number two: show no mercy to haters

If they don’t like you, don’t wait ‘till later

Get a diss track out right on the spot

Like hit ‘em up by 2Pac

Don’t give second chances, take ‘em out

Write a diss track, make it loud and proud

If they make a diss, make one greater

Rule number two, show no mercy to haters

Verse 3:

Rule number three: Go out with a bang

Rule the world like Wu-Tang

Keep your head up, to spot danger

Be suspicious of anyone, not just strangers

If anyone tries to destroy you

Protect ya neck, like RZA would do

Let your shit go insane

Rule number three, go out with a bang

Verse 4:

Rule number four: don’t bring needless pain

Don’t let yourself go too fucking insane

Don’t come after the families of those you diss

Unless they diss you first, then get pissed

Unless you truly want a fight

Don’t start one, if you lose it’ll keep you up at night

Don’t get a huge ego infecting your brain

Rule number four, don’t cause needless pain

Verse 5:

Rule five: revenge is a dish best served cold

Plan secretly, don’t come in loud and bold

Plan your disses, don’t release ‘em all at once

Make sure you’re armed with a lyrical gun

Rap battles can be serious, or too easy for you

Disses can come right out of the blue

The first lesson I was told

Was rule number five: revenge is a dish best served cold

Verse 6:

Rule 6: the ones who made you great will never be forgotten

Eminem, Dr Dre, biggie, 2Pac and

50 cent, Ice cube, Wu-Tang

Rappers you listen to that’ll inspire the fame

Never diss ‘em, don’t be an MGK

If they diss you, keep the rule anyway

OutKast, Jay-Z, Nas, snoop dogg’N

Rule 6, the ones who made you great will never be forgotten

Verse 7:

Rule 7: the style that made you great shall never be forgotten

He who disses that style is fuckin’ rotten

You don’t have to use the same style for your whole career

But don’t forget it, keep it near

D Funk, Nothing but a D thang

This style will always be in my brain

The style that made you great is useful like cotton

Rule 7, the style that made you great shall never be forgotten

Verse 8:

Rule eight: let the past die, kill it you have to

Don’t forget the style, but forget the choices you

Make, if they are bad or if they are good

If you had a shitty life before, throw it away like you should

Throw away toxic friendships and alliances

Throw away the bad past if you were a lying, iPad kid

If you wanna rap about a shitty childhood, then that’s different dude

But rule number eight: let the past die, kill it you have to

Verse 9:

Rule number nine, build off your mistakes

If you’re too violent, use it to wildly celebrate

If you stutter, turn it into a scratching substitute

I-I-I-I-I am the king, dude

Not saying that stuttering is a mistake

But it’s still something I had to say

If you rob a store, you ain’t dead weight

Rule number nine, build off your mistakes

Verse 10:

Rule number 10: end the way you began

If you can’t go out with a bang, you ain’t much of a man

Blow the fuck up like a Kamikaze on your way out

Spit your final bars, loud and proud

Write your bars, over your final beat

Be ready to bring defeat

If you came in to the game with a plan

Then that’s how you end. The way you began

Outro:

Class dismissed