Lesson A - Kenn Starr

Kenneth Jones real name no gimmicks here

Underground nigga but I’m feeling like a winner here

It’s something about the way that I’m spittin' that get 'em smitten

So niggas get 'ta handcuffing they women when I’m near

Something like an officer, bump me down in Florida

Shout to J.C., Majorca and Talia Carpenter

Sharper than a edge up fresh up out the barbershop

Treat you like the extra black character in a horror plot

Niggas won’t get to see the credits roll

Fans sayin' damn like Esther Rolle in that episode

Where James died, James Todd kinda a phenomenon

Rhymes birth greatness, they kinda like Obama’s mom

Calm, but my approach is ferocious

Like Hassaan with two microphones gripped in both fists

Writing songs I’m gettin' too focused to go quit

Right or wrong I’m giving you dope shit to go get

Dumb rappers need teaching, Lesson A

No words for 'em, we just let the record play

When everybody throw they L’s up

It ain’t nothing you can tell us, hush

Dumb rappers need teaching, Lesson A

No words for 'em, we just let the record play

When everybody throw they L’s up

It ain’t nothing you can tell us, hush

Listen at your own risk

This’ll make you not wanna listen to your own shit

Back to the drawing board you should start again

I spit sicker than vomiting with alotta phlegm

Alotta misses be telling me that they got a man

'Til they meet K, then I’m positive that I got 'em damn

On weekdays I’m nine to fiving it tryna survive in this

Economic recession because this rhyming shit

Ain’t providing the kinda ricotta and dollars I’ma just

Manage it, I ain’t panicking dammit because I got a plan

Starr keep pushing for change like seat cushions

Same jars that you keep change in, we keep kush in

We Cosby kids, my nickname Theo, the one like Neo

Your bun say you thumb sized, she come ride

This elephant trunk sized ego

Now guess who the most dialed number in her EVO

Dumb rappers need teaching, Lesson A

No words for 'em, we just let the record play

When everybody throw they L’s up

It ain’t nothing you can tell us, hush

Dumb rappers need teaching, Lesson A

No words for 'em, we just let the record play

When everybody throw they L’s up

It ain’t nothing you can tell us, hush