[Verse 1: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, shouting] Three a.m. in the city garage with my head inside a bus Brake drums on the floor and my hands are black with rust Three times I sat for the bar, three times I got the letter Sorry, Mister Hayes, but we hope next time is better Books stacked by the lift, couldn't make a single page stay So I put it on a beat and I rapped it every day Hearsay is a statement made outside of the court Offered for the truth, now that's sixteen bars of tort [Pre-Hook: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, building] Torque it to the spec, then I torque it to the rhyme Fourth time in the chair and I'm keeping perfect time [Hook: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, shouting] Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar Three times they said no, the fourth time I went hard Motion to celebrate, the whole block's in the yard Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar [Verse 2: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, double speed pride] Exam room, fluorescent, two hundred people sweating Proctor reading rules like a preacher at a wedding Essay one, contracts, and I hear the snare come in Offer, acceptance, consideration, I begin Essay two, evidence, I can hear the bass go Every exception to hearsay in a row like a show Pencils breaking round me and I'm nodding to the beat Writing fourteen pages with a rhythm in my feet [Hook: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, shouting] Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar Three times they said no, the fourth time I went hard Motion to celebrate, the whole block's in the yard Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar [Bridge: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, alphabet crawl, one name each bar] Adams, pass Baker, Chen, Delgado, through Evans, Foster, Garcia, Gold Hall and Harris, Haynes, I'm close Hayes, Darnell Hayes, Darnell, pass [Verse 3: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, celebration] Mama on the steps screaming loud enough to wake the dead Grill on in the yard and the whole street's getting fed Foreman from the garage brought a cake shaped like a bus Said you still got the Thursday shift, don't get too big for us I'ma keep the coveralls and I'ma frame 'em on the wall Right next to the license where the whole block sees it all Every kid on this block who can't make the pages stay Put it on a beat, little man, I'll show you the way [Final Hook: Shouting barrel-chested male MC, shouting] Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar Three times they said no, the fourth time I went hard Motion to celebrate, the whole block's in the yard Call me counselor, my bars got me past the bar [End]
