Fiyablasta - Punchline Academy (feat. Goat Lowkee) Lyrics

You passed rap school where it's time to learn
To create lyrics so hot that it burns
The tip of your tongue when they come out your mouth
And you know what you're talking about
It wasn't easy; you saw who failed
Hopefully, you'll be one of the emcees that's held
As a king of hip hop, which is really great
Hope you listened in class; no more time for breaks

I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me

Graduate of having wit
The Kansas kid been practicing
Since age 9, had listeners playing mine
And since '09, you could see my diploma shine
That's when I gave you the rap school
By covering the basics, but you wanna snap fools
Then this is rap intermediate; hip encyclopedia
Hop with my fly rhyme book: Expedia
At this elevation, statements, place is over craniums
The pavements to greatness is a runway to the limitless sky
Kiss physics bye; gravity defied
I rise to the occasion; rhyme's the occupation
Time your altercation; tying combinations
Punchlines when you're kicking a flow
Grab minds when you throw in judo
That's a figure four

I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me

Punchline academy; your boy was on the dean's list
Sick flow and honor roll; I know you haven't seen it
Rhymes dirty like Flint; Fiji got me sea sick
Frequently reading and pass it with ease
Yes! What you know about that?
I'm on 8 cups of coffee and I cannot relax
Have the shirt tucked in, Jansport on my back
And I'm feeling like the teacher when I'm writing these raps
Facts! You can just ask somebody
They honestly be pondering on how they could be stopping me
It's all good, though; why you hate? Don't make it awkward, bro
We came to destroy; it's lyrical overload
You didn't know!? Should've asked me
16 bars that'll send them into last week
Mic in my hand got me screaming like Dashie
So ghostly; I got them running like Daphne

I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
I graduated from punchline academy
And anybody battling will simply end up mad at me

It's your valedictorian taking the floor again
No ignoring my organized use of orating with the organ in
The orifice where the words are morphing in; mightier than Zords
Zordan ordered them rangers to save the world within
Bored with thin content, well, my phat rhymes are bordering
Obese; gulping boring trends; that's all, folks, like porky's end
I plan to stretch this music like accordions
And warm them up to making lyric gymnastics the norm again
Recording linguistic conundrums is hardcore to them
So they switching sides so fast, they almost tore their limbs
Industry tried to pay the judges; can't afford the wins
Raised on the old rules of rapping; it's a chore to bend
You want a verse in the hearse? I'm reaching for the pen
While these other cats have troubleshooting and outsourcing them
This the Return of the Jedi; Luke got the force in him
America's like, "I Want You!" Well, are we courting then?