[Verse] They call me The Student, but I teach the preacher Rhyme flow so sick, I'm the lyrical creature Tapey Beer Cone player, the best in the game Drink 'em under the table, ain't no one to blame I swing for the fences, smash home runs all day Got 'em running bases, like it's child's play My rhymes be addictive, like an instant high Bringin' truth to the game, nothin' but certified [Verse 2] I'm the master of the game, no need for introduction Lyrically inclined, I breed a new disruption The preacher may preach, but I bring the lesson Words intertwined, like a sweet confession [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm stacking bases, learning move by move, Got the league on notice when I step in the groove. I crush it deep, left field’s got my name in lights, Quick with the lessons, takin' flight in my sights. They see my power, feel the heat when I’m near, But they can’t stop the force, not a soul to fear. From strikes to doubles, every hit’s a new page, The Student’s here, redefining the stage. [Chorus] I'm the master of the game, no need for introduction Lyrically inclined, I breed a new disruption The preacher may preach, but I bring the lesson Words intertwined, like a sweet confession [Musical Interlude] [Bridge] Still got some misses, yeah, I’ve struck out a few, But every swing is a step, I’m comin' through. Learning each pitch, finding rhythm and rhyme, No crown just yet, but I'm earning my shine. I’m The Student for now, but just wait and see— ‘Cause the player I'll be is already in me. [Final Chorus] I’m the master of the game, now you know the name, Lyrically lethal, I’m raising up the flame. The preacher taught well, but I bring progression, One swing at a time, I’m the next obsession. [End]
