Tha path I follow is lit with Superior Knowledge...
any other paths just swallow you in it's hollow depths of college...
Grads...who teach you how to write, experiment with science and math... an' how to debate philosophy with a pen and a pad...
But nothing about life and what we're here for...
The best of scholars still stand outside tha door...
of Knowledge looking through tha keyhole...
Any question I ask you, Tha answer I can add to...
an' lace you with a barrage of questions that have you...
lookin' dumb, answering ummm...unable to see whole...
You half wisdom dimwits get lost in ya own room when it's dimlit...
While you struggle to make tha point...I just spin it...
Sun, I spit one just to shine above you this time...
Your skills more inclined to have my boots just to spit shine...
I know I rhymed tha same word twice...but tha point is nice...
You wouldn't know golden vocabulary if it was iced...
I shine...ooopps there I said it thrice...
Now cook it with beans and rice and digest tha light...
Superior Knowledge stops at vain talk...
Tha paths we walk aint outlined chalk...it's full of reeds and stalks...
Some believe that weeds help 'em seeee like hawks...
Would you believe they balk when I enter the room and stalk...
Looking for the most ferocious MC...to tear him down subliminally...then literize it literally...only to haunt his thoughts forever remembering me...
Ya'll blasted cats need to go back to school...
Tha new world order has a new rule...Knowledge is an ocean an' you can't swim, go back to pools.

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