Clairmont The Second - Words Of A GentlemIIn

{Verse 1}

Uh huh
See I'm like nick nack paddy wack, give a kid a mic though
They say he suck you mean he sick, watch out for your typos
A Time is my show though, they say I'm such a show boat
I just do what I gotta do you already know I'm Loco
Coast to coast my goal ain't no soccer game involved though
They worried about my flow, too unorthodox for regular shows
I'm kind of skinny I know, I spit witty I know
Groupies that's a no no, they only get a photo
Let 'Em Know's the motto I stay solo circle smallo
Trying to get the fame where people recognize me in the mallo
Trying to make it where they all know Clairmont too good for apollo
Appalled at all the follows they fall low when I Inspector Gadget go go

{Hook}

Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup
Whaddup, and everybody knows
Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup
Whaddup, and everybody knows
Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup
Whaddup, and everybody knows
Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup
Whaddup

{Verse 2}

Hole in my back pocket ain't got money for a new pair
Picking pockets for pocket change is the type of stuff they do here
I pick practice to progress packing packs of that paper
Bag a bunch of rappers, smoke them, peep them evaporate to vapor
I'm possibly the best my age in the city on the mic
Not being cocky but they not as crisp as me up on the mic
Isolated individual, Put me in your ritual
My style stay Richie rich reaching for the top of that pedostool
Pedophile pastor, what has the world come down to
Oh snap my bad yo, that is old news bruh
I just, stay up passed 11 to make new stuff
Make it good enough for all the busters
Constantly corrupting, all of my creations
Clowning me but soon they'll be confessing
Clairmont keep it classy like chemistry or calculus never class dismissed
Class always in session that's the way that a GentlemIIn is

{Hook}

{Verse 3}

Girls thinking they hot hot, get skipped like Hopscotch
They hop on cuz I'm top notch I'm the real deal not all talk
I thank God for this raw jaw, never going down straight to the top
Yup, I'm that Rockstar, my fist stay rock hard
I rock bodies, roc-a-fella
Dude talk a lot Ima rock a fella
Ain't got no gun won't pop a fella
But that's the words of a GentlemIIn boss fella, uh
Uh huh
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness

{Outro}

And everybody knows, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup
Becoming A GentlemIIn is what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
Everybody's knows, whaddup, whaddup, whaddup

(singing)

And everybody knows