Verse Look out, he’s crazy, he’s trying to kill ya, Ajax is on the loose and you’re screwed if you stay here, Hide your children, board up your home, This guy is pissed and he’ll make it known, He deserved the armor, not that punk Odysseus, And he’ll kill any kid who dares to give him shit, It’s pure rage, so step aside, If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run and hide, But he can be tricked, doesn’t have a quick wit, Killin’ cattle, but not the throat he wanted to slit, He won’t stop this shit ‘til the armor is his, Ain’t got the respect that’ll check his fist, Hope he’ll miss, ‘cause this kid’ll knock you out, Strongest of the army and that’s without a doubt, He killed the Trojans, lowered them to the ground, So give him the armor, O-D must be found. Chorus It’s pure rage, So don’t get in the way, You cannot stay, here he comes, That blood-thirsty muthafucka now, It’s time to go, Oh, you’ve got to know, So run, run, Come on now, run, here he comes. Verse A to the J to the A to the X, Get in his way and you’re gonna be next, It amazes me how crazy this shady Achaean can be, When the only problem is disrespect in the end, We know one thing, he’s a force and you’re not, Turn around and run, you don’t got what he’s got, Unless you’re gonna come up with a brilliant strategy, Your fists aren’t gonna be enough to make him bleed, So think for a second, a minute, an hour, How can you stop a mad man with power? Especially when it turns out you’re a coward, I hope the tone of this song didn’t leave you sour, He towers over every soldier, and leaves a stare that’s colder, Trust me, you could not be bolder, not with his shoulder, Realize you can’t do jack shit, So run, run away and you won’t be clipped. Chorus It’s pure rage, So don’t get in the way, You cannot stay, here he comes, That blood-thirsty muthafucka now, It’s time to go, Oh, you’ve got to know, So run, run, Come on now, run, here he comes. Bridge Ajax is on the loose, So look out, Here he comes, You better step aside, Look out now, it’s pure rage, Look out now, it’s pure rage, Look out now, it’s pure rage, Look out now, it’s pure rage, Look out! Chorus It’s pure rage, So don’t get in the way, You cannot stay, here he comes, That blood-thirsty muthafucka now, It’s time to go, Oh, you’ve got to know, So run, run, Come on now, run, here he comes.

Intro Po-li-tics, come on, Man is by nature a political being, He needs to live in a city, So what the hell am I doing in Santa Fe? Verse Santa Fe, New Mexico, Don’t let the name fool you, this place is fuckin’ cold, Five months out of the year, it’s clear, You’re in a freezing wasteland, and what are you near? Albuquerque? Sixty miles away, Trust me when I say it ain’t worth it to stray, Doesn’t warm up ‘til May, so you better get a coat, This ain’t a joke, but I need a new note, Santa Fe River don’t exist, When I realized this, believe me, I was pissed, No water for miles, just rocks and dirt, And dust, your allergies will hurt, You gotta sweep multiple times a week, Or else the dust develops, envelops everything, Maybe it’s just me, but I like water over dust, Sorry, but that’s just ‘cause no water sucks, Santa Fe streets are well planned, No, I’m kidding, you still with me? Let me say what I can, Besides the weird dividers that stop me and my crew, Paseo de Peralta is shaped like a U, Have these people ever heard of a grid? Most is in a valley, so there’s no excuse for it, I know this sounds old, but you need to redesign, I cover every problem, but I don’t have the time. Chorus ‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope, It’s in the middle of nowhere, So hear these words and fly like a bird, To some place better, any place better. Verse Santa Fe, New Mexico, A cultural center for those who don’t know, But I have yet to see any legitimate art, If you ask me, how did they start? Hell if I know, I say as I go, Viewing galleries on Old Canyon Road, I try to show, but these people don’t believe, They say this shit is artistry, Santa Fe is adobe, Even in the desert, it’s a sight to see, Or not see, ‘cause it all blends in, Adds to the boredom, ignore when in, The plaza, which is excitin’, Think for a minute and it could have been, But, oh well, this ain’t a great town, You knew that though, so don’t write it down, Santa Fe, it ain’t my home, And it will never be, I think I’ve shown, It’s well known, that’s why I left, ‘Cause living here is less life than death, Man’s a political creature, it’s true, And man needs a city for something to do, For all the residents, sorry if I’ve offended, But Santa Fe sucks, there I said it. Chorus ‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope, It’s in the middle of nowhere, So hear these words and fly like a bird, To some place better, any place better. Bridge Break it down, Come on now! Chorus ‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope, It’s in the middle of nowhere, So hear these words and fly like a bird, To some place better, any place better. x 2

Intro Yo, come on, Here we go now, Lucretius, This is the Nature of Things, So I’m asking, Where is void? Come on, Where is void? Come on. Verse Don’t you understand the idea of displacement? Matter can move if there’s something to replace it, The world wouldn’t have to be completely solid, Call it what you want, but you’re just totally wrong, With every page I turn, there’s nothing I learn, Except Lucretius is a dumbass, a one act not earned, Here’s the nature of things, blah, blah, blah, Feeding us bullshit without any thought. Lead So whatchu got, Lucretius? Tell me why I should buckle down and believe this, So whatchu got, Lucretius? ‘Cause the Nature of Things never should’ve been written. Chorus So tell me where void has to be? So tell me where void has to be? ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, And maybe you know more than me, And maybe you know more than me, But why should I have to believe? But why should I have to believe? Bridge Where is void? Come on, Where is void? Come on. Verse You don’t address your critics when they prove you wrong, You give an explanation that’s repetitive and long, If a fish is swimming in the deep blue sea, Tell me where the hell does void have to be? All you say is that the fish could not move, ‘Cause the water is solid and wouldn’t make room, So why is that true? I’m asking you, Explain if you can, a right answer is due. Lead So whatchu got, Lucretius? Tell me why I should buckle down and believe this, So whatchu got, Lucretius? ‘Cause the Nature of Things never should’ve been written. Chorus So tell me where void has to be? So tell me where void has to be? ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, And maybe you know more than me, And maybe you know more than me, But why should I have to believe? But why should I have to believe? Bridge Where is void? Come on, Where is void? Come on, Where is void? Come on, Oh, there it is! Chorus So tell me where void has to be? So tell me where void has to be? ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, ‘Cause it’s just something I cannot see, And maybe you know more than me, And maybe you know more than me, But why should I have to believe? But why should I have to believe? x 2

Intro Yo, this is the Mix Master, Talkin’ about Timaeus, With the beat from El-Dawg. Lead Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart, Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart. Chorus Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful, Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful. Verse This is a nice change, Plato, A little less Socrates, and a little more meaningful, So I’ll be making a few changes myself, I won’t rhyme a single line and I’m not kidding, So hear the illest MC annoy his listeners, Rhyming with style about Timaeus, It’s good to read a dialogue like this, Getting’ a little sick of talkin’ ‘bout nothing. Lead Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart, Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart. Chorus Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful, Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful. Verse This is strange, like a college professor lecture, Not that I’d really know what that is, But maybe I can take away something from this, Instead of Gorgias, Meno, Polus, y’all are idiots, This doesn’t rhyme with idiots, so shut up, Holla, Plato, though parts are boring, At least you’re on the right track, too bad you’re dead, Anyway, that’s enough said, damn it. Lead Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart, Let’s talk about the stars, Not about the mind, the soul, the heart. Chorus Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful, Timaeus, We might just learn something from you, I know it’s Plato, But this could be useful. x 2

Intro Yo, Physics, Come on, Uh huh, Alright. Verse Yo, check yourself ‘cause you’re in motion, Physically impossible to stop and be done, Aristotle’s gotta say, no way to rest, son, 3-2-1, permanent ignition, ‘Cause I know what you’re thinking when you think to bring none, Only looking out for what has devotion, Time without movement is like Earth without the sun, No existence for all y’all punks, I’m sick of seeing all these loose comparisons, The definition ain’t agreed upon, We move right ahead ‘cause we know motion, Right? Or are we hardly even wrong? We never get the chance, ‘cause we don’t clarify, And as long as we realize there might be time, Are infinity and motion mostly in a line? I say I can’t rock and be blind. Lead There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try, There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try. Chorus We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break, We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break. Verse Yo, we gotta all be on the same damn page, ‘Cause if we are then it won’t change, Yet people still complain that it stays the same, Tired of those who only think it’s a game, They say that life’s that way and you gotta learn to play, But I could never say that that’s okay, ‘Cause even though we joke, we soon realize, We better be in motion ‘cause we’re running out of time, ‘Cause Aristotle ain’t shit to me, What he discovers I cannot see, Just messin’ with definitions, Never really tapping unknown oceans, So bring it home if you hope to understand, Never take too much out of one game plan, This song doesn’t make any sense in the end, But I return with this burn to send. Lead There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try, There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try. Chorus We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break, We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break. Bridge Come on, You know what the funny part is? I never took physics in high school. Lead There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try, There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try. Chorus We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break, We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break. Lead There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try, There’s gotta be motion ‘cause there always was time, But maybe we should be more clear about what we define, It’s hard to make a point or point to why, But it’s pointless unless you try. Chorus We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break, We shouldn’t talk about what we don’t know, I know we can, But we should refrain, Relax and take a break.

Intro Yo, what’s up? Metaphysics, With the beat from Ice Ben, What is a thing? What is thinghood? Thinghood is meant, if not in more ways, Then certainly in four ways most of all. Verse Yo, thinghood means more things than it should, And if I have this understood , you’ll know all I could, Yo, it’s meant in four ways, if not more ways, So nod your head and create floor space, Now it keeps on being in order to be at all, But thinghood is also the universal, And the general class, yo, can’t forget that, Though quickly it seems we’ve been turning our back, And what underlies these, includes everything, That’s all that life is, he said it for me, So, thank you Aristotle, now I can die in peace, Knowing you can solve my problems so damn easily, And you said, this is how we define thinghood, Well that’s how you define it, only you can make it sound good, Plus, I don’t agree, so don’t speak for me, See? Huh. Chorus You’re always sayin’ that we do it wrong, But fuck you, this is my song, So fuck you, this is my song, So hung up on definitions, You’re always sayin’ we do it all wrong, But fuck you, this is my song, So fuck you, this is my song, So hung up on definitions. Bridge Create some floor space, Yo, floor space, Create some floor space, Come on. Chorus You’re always sayin’ that we do it wrong, But fuck you, this is my song, So fuck you, this is my song, So hung up on definitions, You’re always sayin’ we do it all wrong, But fuck you, this is my song, So fuck you, this is my song, So hung up on definitions. x 2

Chorus Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit. Verse Okay, that’s right, yo, shit in the sense that you can’t understand, Make yo stepmother think you’re her man, She’ll lust after you, dude, I tell you the truth, Learn your mistakes that you make in your youth, Besides, there is not a god so gorgeous, Makes you seem crazy, now more and more, Just tell me this, does it have to be Artemis, She’s powerless to defend the shit you’ll get, You’re reasoning is stupid anyway, now hear me say it, She’s the god of love, not just the god of playin’, Everyone loves, so everyone should worship, Now get in line and pray before this starts to worsen, Look, I don’t give a fuck if you wise up or not, Let me make that clear, so think about what you got, If you wanna die just ‘cause you’re stupid, Then we don’t want you anyway, but let me say. Chorus Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit, Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit. Verse Yo, shit in the sense of what you’re about to experience, The subject makes you tense, and I would be too, When your ma was just the beginning, it’s about to be hell, Dude, she heard your speech on women and she had to kill herself, But, in her final note, she’s accusing you of rape, And once this hits the fan, it won’t ever be the same, I know it ain’t true, you don’t have to take the blame, But your father don’t believe you and he’s getting in the game, And well he’s got three wishes, best believe he’s pissed, It’s revenge for the missus, and he won’t miss this, The punishment will be death and it’s too late for changes, But it could’ve been different if just did what I say, And worship Aphrodite, But you didn’t, so you can just bite me, Dude, you’re useless, so no one will care if you die, Except Artemis, ha. Chorus Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit, Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit. Bridge You gotta learn your lesson, now, Man, you gotta learn you lesson, You know that, fool, Artemis? Come on now, Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause you know why, man, That’s right, you know why, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit, Why didn’t you just worship her? She’s so fine and you know that, Why didn’t you just worship her? She’s so fine, she’s so fine. Verse Yo, well, you’ve got a couple of things to learn Hippolytus, You think you’re so smart, well, think it if you must, But who’s the one who’s dead in the end? That’d be you bitch, yo, and I’ll say it again, You dead fool, ‘Cause you such a dumbass, You understand that now I’m guessing as you waste away in Hades, And you didn’t ever get no play, see. Chorus Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit, Boy, you better worship Aphrodite, ‘Cause that chick’s the god of love, Doesn’t matter if you do the rub, ‘Cause she’ll make your life shit.

Intro Yo, what’s up? Bacchae, Alright, now get your drinks out. Verse Yo, now everybody get your drinks out, And let me story, though it may get a little gory, But curiosity killed the cat, And he ain’t coming back, Don’t even question the lower gods if you’re just a mortal, ‘Cause even Dionysus might hear this sort of shit, Against him, and though he’s just the god of wine, Yo, it’ll end bad every time, Yo, gods are a vengeful bunch, So, it doesn’t really make sense to pick on the drunk ones, He’s an angry drunk and you’re a stupid guy, Shit will fly, understand? Bacchae, That’s right, your mother will tear you apart, Literally in a drunken rage, Literally in a drunken state, Pentheus, meet your maker. Chorus Why you being such a dumbass? Why you being such a dumbass? Such a dumbass, Bacchae, Why are you mortals stubborn? Why are you mortals stubborn? All stubborn, Bacchae. Verse You don’t have to worship, that’s not your problem, That’s not your problem, but it won’t solve them, Dionysus, ain’t a nice god, But in God we trust, Why did you forfeit the worshipping? He’s a damn god, not just a king, See those women, he makes them sing, But that’s not everything, No wine god in all of Thebes, He’ll notice, and so might we, Make you crazy as hard as you try, Can’t stop, Bacchae, Bacchae, seeing two suns, two Thebes, Well, you’re drunk in two cities, This is the end of the road, end of the road, Exit been shown, so. Chorus Why you being such a dumbass? Why you being such a dumbass? Such a dumbass, Bacchae, Why are you mortals stubborn? Why are you mortals stubborn? All stubborn, Bacchae. x 2

Intro Ah, Oedipus. Verse Yo, as you are aware, it is your time to die, And now I shall decide if you perish or fly, Give me a second or two to examine your life, Yo, we know the crimes you did and we’ll figure out why, Well, you killed your father, you can’t deny that, And married your mother, sadly too a fact, You claim you didn’t know, but that’s not easy to buy, Still, you get a chance to explain these crimes, You say yourself that you could not be blamed, You say yourself that you could not be blamed, I get the logic to a degree, you couldn’t have known, But, how could you not recognize your own folks? They look like you, dude, you understand? You knew the prophesy, but you say it again. Chorus No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed, Yeah, but I’m blaming you, You say that you could not have known, Well, you could’ve known though, You say yourself that it is not your fault, But, you killed your father and married your mother, No matter what excuse, Tell me that ain’t wrong. Verse Yo, you ever heard of genetics? You know what they are? It says your parents will make something like you are, Did you ever notice you’re a lot like your wife? You look alike, act alike, even rock the mic alike, It’s not a coincidence, dumbass, She’s your mother, but you still made a pass, And your father, you never saw any resemblance? He’s you in twenty years, so learn your lesson, But, the question remains, and I’m still confused, Your kids are inbred, but no screw loose, How did that happen, they should be retarded, Now we’ve come full circle, we’re back where we started, You’re an idiot for not knowing you were related, And sick for liking a woman so dated, It was the prophesy, so it couldn’t be changed, But now you’re going to feel the pain. Chorus No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed, Yeah, but I’m blaming you, You say that you could not have known, Well, you could’ve known though, You say yourself that it is not your fault, But, you killed your father and married your mother, No matter what excuse, Tell me that ain’t wrong. Chorus No, you say yourself that you could not be blamed, Yeah, but I’m blaming you, You say that you could not have known, Well, you could’ve known though, You say yourself that it is not your fault, But, you killed your father and married your mother, No matter what excuse, Tell me that ain’t wrong. x 2

Intro Poetics, no, no. Chorus You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead. Verse Yo, yo, you may not know me, I don’t write poetry, I don’t imitate, I only lead, And hope to god that someday I’ll be recognized for talent, Instead of fuck you, Achilles, You want to know about Poetics? We’ll this ain’t free, so get your checkbook, Aristotle seems to know, but here’s a second look, We may realize that it ruins what you enjoy, So, fuck you, Aristotle, new phrase, I’m sick of Troy, He says poetry is imitation, and if that’s true, Then what does that make rap or whatever it is I do? Focusing on tragedy, ‘cause he’s a happy guy, Time to analyze those who suffer and they die, But tragedy must be superior to epic poems, Though Homer is the best thing we read, hands down, It’s an opinion, but I’ll say it ‘cause I can, Just one of three, so you’ll hear it again. Chorus You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead, You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead. Verse Yo, it’s tragic that this shit is so highly regarded, Is read by kids who don’t notice, Take what you feed them, so open wide, Here’s tragic poetry in the order to write, Number one, you better have a plot worth reading, A person must go from happy to barely breathing, Or not breathing at all, so now point number two, The importance of character couldn’t be lost on you, Number three, that goes to thought, and what’s more, You gotta have good diction, ‘cause that’s point number four, Five is melody and that matters most to me, Even when I rap, you know it’s gotta be, Number six is the last part and apparently the least, Spectacle is what you need to finish the tragedy, So, let me say this and you can listen, That ain’t poetry, why must he ruin everything? Chorus You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead, You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead. Verse Yo, I don’t write poetry and that’s fine with me, But, this skill is epic and it’s a tragedy, That I can rock the mic like no other, But it’s only heard by dozens though they love it, I need to cover my expenses a little better, no one buys what they can try, And no one buys what they cannot try, lesson? No one buys, It’s a damn shame, but it happens, so I cope, I gotta keep on rockin’ ‘cause I know this shit is dope, I don’t imitate, imitated? That I’ll be, Who should I sound like? Hell, I’ll sound like me, ‘Cause nothing can mess with what I got, ‘cause what I got is the best, And if you try to take me on, you won’t have nothin’ left, Poetics, it’s not what I do, But if you examine my life, it’ll be clearer to you, So understand this, I have no use for Aristotle, Drop the beat, ‘cause I won’t fall into the pothole. Chorus You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead, You may not know me, I don’t write poetry, And I don’t imitate, I only lead. x 4

Intro Yo, kick it out, Philoctetes, Yo, Philo! Yo, come on, That’s right. Verse Yo, yo, yo, Philo, believe it or not, Your bow is actually needed to bring down Troy, So stop acting like a little boy and become a man, You keep whining, so you’ll hear it again, You call that a snake bite? It looks like a cut, And what don’t kill ya makes ya stronger, so shut up, You were abandoned ‘cause no one likes a crier, Why oh why were you punished? I start to tire, Of this bullshit, just go down to Troy, They even brought Ulysses and Achilles’ boy, You let a spy tell you that this is a trick? Your stupidity is moving me and making me sick, You suffer uncontrollably ‘cause your foot hurts? God, how bad could it be? Just cut it off, I’ll just say it, you don’t deserve a song, And no, I won’t make it long. Chorus How did you even survive this long? What? Yo Philo, here’s your song, You suck, stop being such a bitch, You suck, that’s the way it is, Christ, put him out of his misery, What? Whiniest Greek in history, You suck, yo Philo, here’s your song, You suck, and I won’t make it long. Bridge It goes, we ain’t down, no, we ain’t down, No, we ain’t down with you, that’s right, It goes, we ain’t down, no, we ain’t down, No, we ain’t down with you, that’s right. Verse Yo, you gotta understand this, it ain’t underhanded, Yo, and even if it was, you’re a bitch and I can’t stand it, Fuck this, just please stop your talking, And if your foot is so bad, how do you keep walking? So, do what you want, I guess I don’t care, It doesn’t matter to me, Philoctetes, But if you complain anymore, I hope you die, A slow painful death and not quickly. Chorus How did you even survive this long? What? Yo Philo, here’s your song, You suck, stop being such a bitch, You suck, that’s the way it is, Christ, put him out of his misery, What? Whiniest Greek in history, You suck, yo Philo, here’s your song, You suck, and I won’t make it long. x 2

Intro Yo, what up? This is the Mix Master, And this is the last great book song, So, kick it, Yeah, alright, come on now. Verse St. John’s, name ain’t long, You better learn your shit, or else you’re gone, Can’t be wrong, but never right, Whether in the southwest or the eastside, Now, let me tell you something quickly in case you start to miss me, I may be leaving S-J-C, but don’t get misty, I leave behind the only thing that took most of my time, These are the great book songs, so y’all can kick it live, From the summer to the winter to the fallin’ of the snow, They wouldn’t let me transfer, so believe I had to go, Was that the only reason? I can’t say that I know, But I didn’t like Santa Fe or New Mexico, So, listen up, ‘cause this song’s for you, The last G-B-S and this one’s true, You know me now, ‘cause I said it loud, Now get down as I kick this sound. Chorus It goes, S-J-C, y’all know me, I gotta go, though I won’t leave, Leave it here, my legacy, Great book songs, for all to see, And hear me now, it’s going down, Play it loud, though I ain’t around, Kick that sound and all shall learn, Y’all know me, I’m the Mix Master. Verse Well, from fuck you, Achilles, to bitch Philoctetes, All the punks in between are exactly as they seem, Here’s the real question to help you learn your lesson, Am I getting what I deserve from this investment? You gotta pay attention, and you will, St. John’s is a good school, even with the bill, I ain’t gonna hate on a school that supports me, Hell, even G-B-S is in the library, You see me leaving, well, my spirit remains, And it’s the end of the great book songs and this game, It was great while it lasted, a damn shame, But, I’ve only got myself to blame, To everybody who kicked it with me, Heard the G-B-S at S-J-C, Thank you kindly, yo, and I’ll remember, When I’m a rap star. Chorus It goes, S-J-C, y’all know me, I gotta go, though I won’t leave, Leave it here, my legacy, Great book songs, for all to see, And hear me now, it’s going down, Play it loud, though I ain’t around, Kick that sound and all shall learn, Y’all know me, I’m the Mix Master. Bridge It’s like S-J-C, a year in my life, But I gotta know it’ll remain timeless, Yo, y’all know me, who I am, what I do, I wanna be a rap star, so why this? Hear me now, these are the great book songs, And for everything I said, I was never wrong, My legacy, so play it loud, And to all y’all, peace out. Chorus It goes, S-J-C, y’all know me, I gotta go, though I won’t leave, Leave it here, my legacy, Great book songs, for all to see, And hear me now, it’s going down, Play it loud, though I ain’t around, Kick that sound and all shall learn, Y’all know me, I’m the Mix Master. x 2