K.M.A - Soulchef

I remember back in the days

My teacher used to say

Kids think big

That’s exactly what I did

I thought about Christopher Wallace

And how I’m gonna make a profit

How I’m gonna grub doin' everything I love

Wrote it down on my paper

Kept it neatly in my Trapper Keeper

Gave it to my teacher

The day I met my first non-believer

And she tried to steal my glory

I felt like Ralphie in a Christmas Story

Like I asked for a Red Rider Carbon Action

Two-hundred shot range model air rifle

I’m not gonna shoot my eye out

But I might write some shit that’ll make her wile out

She laughed in my face

Like Jake’s was a disgrace

And ever since then I’ve kept a bad taste

So Ms. Yorkman, this one’s for you

I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do

This one’s for you

I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do

When they say stop dreaming, get a real job

(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)

And when they say stay real, stop reaching for the clouds

(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)

When there’s a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts — tell

'em

(You can kiss my ass — you can kiss my ass!)

When you’ve finally got it going, show 'em prove what you’re about — tell 'em

(You can kiss my ass — kiss, kiss my ass!)

I wake up late for school

And I don’t wanna go

Cause I’m doin' all the things

That my Mom don’t wanna know so

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do it

You find a different way everday to say I’m stupid

Night school, summer school, after-school detention

A list of bad apples and my name is getting mentioned

Cause I learn a little different

Plus I’m young and I’m restless

But I ain’t on the path

To the Department of Corrections

Upon further inspection

Observe rap perfection

I know I’m gonna win

Like a rigged up election

Yet I’m seated in the section for a dunce

Looks like I do the same grade more than once

Find me with the rejects, the drunks, and the flunks

But I stay making music that bumps in the trunks

So ahead of the class

Write a rap so fast

Anywhere in the world

I don’t need no pass

When they say stop dreaming and get a real job

(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)

And when they say get real, stop reaching for the clouds

(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)

When there’s a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts — tell

'em

(You can kiss my ass — you can kiss my ass!)

When you’ve finally got it going, show 'em prove what you’re about — tell 'em

(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)

Kiss my ass brother-fucker