My elementary report card said I'd get distracted
Tim and Raff
With me being disruptive in class
Up in the back
Joking until we piss and laugh
It's a wonder how not one of us straight up didn't pass
Now let's advance to high school
I go in the bright boat
With some friends that I know
They change, so I go
Adapt my humour going into this enrichment class
And get LOL's as presents, cause smart jokes merit gifted laughs
I'd kick it back up in the class
Yes, I'd coast
And friggin math, I'm skippin' that
F*ck sine cos
My teachers told me: be wise, revise my goals
So I started thinking fast and a different path is what I chose
"Words": Capsules carrying definitions
With the power to impress, expressing messages strong
Words showed me what to say during a breath and a pause
And I came to find my words sounded best in a song
So I started writing
I started writing bars and lines of lyrics, all them rhyming
Short stories coursing through the Court's awkward mind was
Something that happened all the time
And then along the line I matured and wrote my way into arthritis
From an awful author with the spark of a lighter
In the dark of the night I caught and straight up started a fire
Turned my weak vocab. into one of the strongest of fighters
And then, from then on, I knew inside my heart I'm a writer
My pen is vital for when I write flows
To make sure my shit gets around I write in a spiral
I'm nice though
The new kid. Picture this guy bro
A toddler to the game, born with a wisdom older than dinos
I spite those
Who oppose my vision, I'm talking my foes
Hit 'em in the nuts with lyrics till they hit the high notes
Then they come asking me questions like: "How do I write bro?"
I'mma save you fifteen minutes or less: GEICO!
Your shit is so wack
Quit with the rap
Boy you should just give up your pad
Simple as that
Final
And I know
Some people may I'm no maestro
I'm just here to give as much as I can: Type-O
Negative
Look them old legs of his
Is working a little balancing act upon the tightrope
But I don't feel no pressure
Watch me jump off head-first
And stick the landing while I beat your record: Vinyl
The Court Jester - The Writer Lyrics
The Court Jester - The Writer Lyrics
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My elementary report card said I'd get distracted
Tim and Raff
With me being disruptive in class
Up in the back
Joking until we piss and laugh
It's a wonder how not one of us straight up didn't pass
Now let's advance to high school
I go in the bright boat
With some friends that I know
They change, so I go
Adapt my humour going into this enrichment class
And get LOL's as presents, cause smart jokes merit gifted laughs
I'd kick it back up in the class
Yes, I'd coast
And friggin math, I'm skippin' that
F*ck sine cos
My teachers told me: be wise, revise my goals
So I started thinking fast and a different path is what I chose
"Words": Capsules carrying definitions
With the power to impress, expressing messages strong
Words showed me what to say during a breath and a pause
And I came to find my words sounded best in a song
So I started writing
I started writing bars and lines of lyrics, all them rhyming
Short stories coursing through the Court's awkward mind was
Something that happened all the time
And then along the line I matured and wrote my way into arthritis
From an awful author with the spark of a lighter
In the dark of the night I caught and straight up started a fire
Turned my weak vocab. into one of the strongest of fighters
And then, from then on, I knew inside my heart I'm a writer
My pen is vital for when I write flows
To make sure my shit gets around I write in a spiral
I'm nice though
The new kid. Picture this guy bro
A toddler to the game, born with a wisdom older than dinos
I spite those
Who oppose my vision, I'm talking my foes
Hit 'em in the nuts with lyrics till they hit the high notes
Then they come asking me questions like: "How do I write bro?"
I'mma save you fifteen minutes or less: GEICO!
Your shit is so wack
Quit with the rap
Boy you should just give up your pad
Simple as that
Final
And I know
Some people may I'm no maestro
I'm just here to give as much as I can: Type-O
Negative
Look them old legs of his
Is working a little balancing act upon the tightrope
But I don't feel no pressure
Watch me jump off head-first
And stick the landing while I beat your record: Vinyl
Tim and Raff
With me being disruptive in class
Up in the back
Joking until we piss and laugh
It's a wonder how not one of us straight up didn't pass
Now let's advance to high school
I go in the bright boat
With some friends that I know
They change, so I go
Adapt my humour going into this enrichment class
And get LOL's as presents, cause smart jokes merit gifted laughs
I'd kick it back up in the class
Yes, I'd coast
And friggin math, I'm skippin' that
F*ck sine cos
My teachers told me: be wise, revise my goals
So I started thinking fast and a different path is what I chose
"Words": Capsules carrying definitions
With the power to impress, expressing messages strong
Words showed me what to say during a breath and a pause
And I came to find my words sounded best in a song
So I started writing
I started writing bars and lines of lyrics, all them rhyming
Short stories coursing through the Court's awkward mind was
Something that happened all the time
And then along the line I matured and wrote my way into arthritis
From an awful author with the spark of a lighter
In the dark of the night I caught and straight up started a fire
Turned my weak vocab. into one of the strongest of fighters
And then, from then on, I knew inside my heart I'm a writer
My pen is vital for when I write flows
To make sure my shit gets around I write in a spiral
I'm nice though
The new kid. Picture this guy bro
A toddler to the game, born with a wisdom older than dinos
I spite those
Who oppose my vision, I'm talking my foes
Hit 'em in the nuts with lyrics till they hit the high notes
Then they come asking me questions like: "How do I write bro?"
I'mma save you fifteen minutes or less: GEICO!
Your shit is so wack
Quit with the rap
Boy you should just give up your pad
Simple as that
Final
And I know
Some people may I'm no maestro
I'm just here to give as much as I can: Type-O
Negative
Look them old legs of his
Is working a little balancing act upon the tightrope
But I don't feel no pressure
Watch me jump off head-first
And stick the landing while I beat your record: Vinyl
Writer: Jeremy Lewis
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