Lyrics Evalluation - Ubsa

Why do teachers get paid less than pornstars
Now the little girls idolizing the horn dogs
Most of y'all follow directions like OnStar
But what do you do with a trend when it's worn off
Y'all only worried about what people be like
And a nigga change himself all because of what she like
People acting like they know me more than me right
But with my confidence I don't need nobody's insight
Here we go y'all here we go y'all
Y'all bout to be informed like Snow y'all
Producer's Assistant picked up my phone call
So the wrath of the ubsa is finna blow y'all
Look college ain't like a different world
Bitches stay wet like a Jheri curl
And niggas in there deep like she was a pearl
Steady looking for hickeys like they name was Earl
And they stay ranting like a mad Dan Murrell
Brother college ain't like a different world
Look I said it twice 'cause you still not gone keep your dick tucked
College just a place for teens to do drugs and fuck
And fail their classes, be dicktating like a fascist
They start to move way slower than Molasses
But thoties jack sons way faster than Galactus
C'mon man now who gone raise these bastards
I should dropout and come back when I'm 30
Maybe then they won't be so thirsty
Man motherfuckers are killing children out chere
Then go around asking for healing out chere
Have you seen how people been living out chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched it up like my friends that follow fake rules
All them rappers you idolize got fake jewels
All them crackers we patronize they hate you
Some of them niggas we penalized were angels
I'm so sick of this them or us attitude
Start of Civil War 2 get clicks and views
We record it all like this is American beauty
Foreigners starting to think that America's boujee
America a circus 'cause our president's a clown
You know what they say what goes around comes around
But it still ain't came back for black folks
Niggas get ten years out chere for selling dope
Look it's funny how they used to look up to JT
Now young Billy wanna be the next Jay Z
You better fight with us if you wanna be part of this culture
You wanna live like Pablo but you've never been a sculptor
A'ight black people not so perfect neither
A lot of us drug addicts and the rest are fake believers
Why do most of us still respond to the word nigger
If masta couldn't say it we probably shouldn't either
Niggas be backstabbing more than Iago
Hit a hoe just because she didn't swallow
You fucking wannabe woman right's activist
You tried to fix it ASAP but you're a hypocrite
I hang out with a bunch of niggas in the matrix
They steady making claims but they never say shit
Yeah I stayed in Gwinnett yeah we in this bitch
But the charts ain't inspiring lyricists
And now mumble rap is mixing in with Kendrick shit
Niggas rapping now just to get on Akademiks
They only want attention 'cause they parents didn't give it
The beats are fire man but the rappers don't deserve it
They only make it 'cause it sales but it's imperfect
Shout out to the producers that don't get enough credit
All these niggas smoking on that Mary Warren
Crew able to sway cause you don't feel important
Our four fathers looking at their daughters whoring
These rappers songs are dirt but they swear they're soaring
Idolize a nigga with a blunt in his mouth
I'm not your fucking dad but I'll kick your ass out

But I realize that I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that everyone above you
I guess you say
What could make me feel this way
Failed so many times now I'm asking how sway
Outcast from the A but not Ye or Andre
Look it's unacceptable it's disrespectable
Like a tabloid junkie who ethos isn't legible
Believe 'em anyway like he was a Reginald
With my past I know that my advice can be skeptical
I'm always taking one step forward and two steps back
Like a conservative that lies about doing crack
But it's more than that as matter of fact
Me trying to rap is what whites expect from a black
But to hip-hop I'm a old head plus a false poet
Can't be myself I'm always flipping like a portrait
Boy I've been more lost than Peter Pan's squad
Lonelier than a con that got outlawed
Judging my peers 'cause they out here using Magnums
I don't know bout college girls 'cause I never had one
Sometimes I feel like Biggie's first album
But I don't know the outcome of living like I'm Malcolm
Stuck in the middle and there's no way out
Can I really be a vegetable if I'm stuck down south
Sworn loser and I never let the coward out
Courage been dogging me 'cause I got dat fake clout
Born Pisces but I'm more stubborn than a Taurus
Gold locked in 'cause I'm focused on the wrong porridge
I done failed at light speed and my rings leave storage
Man I've been through several different forces
Never one for hats and horses like an odyssey
El Jackson has always been very odd ya see
I was suppose to be the prodigy
But with these failures the chosen one can't be me
I'm the type that spend they Friday's like Craig
Wondering how you could make the invincible cry
Wannabe Peter but they treat me like Meg
With that ref I was never much of a family guy
I wonder how they would feel if Jaleel died
He was a wacko, a loner, a cry baby
A Michael clone who never even had a lady
Ridicule ridicule everywhere I'm being judged
It's like Jehovah down here himself dragging me through the mud
And when it comes to fakeness I'm probably the fakest
Got friendships turning to dust as soon as I make it
And if you could hear my thoughts I would be the biggest anus
I'm worst than Cody with girls or Zach trying to get famous
'Cause them same pornstars on my laptop giving me boners
I'm just a scared little bitch crying in a corner
Scared of being the only one not to make it
Scared that CC's controlling all of my makings
Scared that everyone is secretly going against me
Scared that Cain will never be beneath me
Starting to question if I really like me
Is my false future just there just to spite me
All these ass and these tits are starting to bore me
I guess this life thing isn't really meant for me
'Cause false hope is a bitch and I know her well
Imma take more than just a letter when I fail
Been alienated in class more than Kal-El
None of my homies even know the real Jal-El
Probably gone lose my mind start acting like Daff and them
Hope these scripts got a knife if I'm trashing 'em
Imma be deep in the sewers like Raph and them
Name got two L's so I guess I'm used to having 'em
Lose my mind start acting like Daff and them
Hope these scripts got a knife if I'm trashing 'em
Imma be deep in the sewers like Raph and them
Name got two L's so I guess I'm used to having 'em

I have to be different
I must embrace my past
I cannot give into my desires, I must leave my marks
I cannot runaway from my problems through drugs, I must face them and continue to fight
I cannot work for money's sake, I have to have passion
I idolized legends, and I must surpass them somehow
I love them dearly, but I cannot live like my parents
I am a genius, my thoughts are too valuable to be thrown away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by Jaleel Jackson
Let out my suicide thoughts
This is my life homie I'm a die lost
Look Jesus died for a cause
But unfortunately the reasoning was lost
When they transferred some words from Jerusalem to England
Took a bunch of different translations and added 'em in
But then again maybe these religions can make amends
And the skeptics can stop treating them like they playing pretend
We posed to please God by wearing dresses and suits
Have you ever questioned is that what he want us to do
'Cause King James Version been ran through more than a prostitute
It's like a crack fiend in the classroom teaching the kids ba ba ba boo
I believe in mystical forces but I'm not Master Luke
I'm not atheist I'm just questioning if this shit's really true
The book supposed to teach peace, prosperity, and life
But them same scriptures had masta thinking slavery was right
Hang on dawg