Your Welcome (Intro) Lyrics

Things at home okay

Yeah

Derek got out this morning, did he not

Yeah, he did

He was one of my students, you knew that, right

Honors English

He was a brilliant student

Like you

But he hung out with simple-minded fools

Also, like you

Look, sweetie, did you bring me in here to talk about Derek

Because what happened to him has nothing to do with me

Everything you do right now has something to do with Derek

Look, I followed directions and I wrote an A paper

Mind cunt

I should expel you

Go ahead

What, you don't think I can handle it

No, I think the street would kill you

Your rhetoric and your propaganda are going to save you out there

Here's the drill

I'm your history teacher from now on

We will discuss current events

We will call this class..

American History

I'm blessed with this delivery

Of rhyming, sharing my thoughts on beats

With perfect timing

Elegant, precise, pen game when I start to write

Know my words if authentic, with no spike

But in light, in the shadows I still shine

Niggas out here in this game will take everything that you grind

For, but move forward, never look back

Nor never trace your steps

Circumflex, American History X

And be blessed, you're welcome

Deep thoughts come across my mind like the deep sea

Plunge memories, reminisce till I R.I.P

Evil past and future with no gimmicks

All you left behind in this world is your character and your image

So take a look, take a picture of the reflection of your soul

Cause you never know what's gonna hit you

When lies start to unfold then them niggas out to come get you

The ones that see your soul and then you gone

Levitate to the place of the unknown, lets break bread

Money's the answer to many questions

But also the root of evil which leads to the death of people

Cold world and it's cold game

Cocaine and stripes up on that Mustang

And zooming in that speeding lane, now switch it up

Have solid ground base so that we can strut don't interrupt

Any type of negations that we can tuck

Money in the duffel bag, count the green, then split it up

It's your team cause if you the leader

You gotta feed your team the essays

Silent assassins is what it stands for

Hard like Van Damme, can't lose up in this blood

sport, nigga, undefeated with victories

Listen, B. I'm back with this crack making this history

Glycery, artillery, the armor loaded with missiles

B, shoot em in high in the sky

Watch the supply, P83s and P89s

High on demand, tho

Only mess with revolvers cause they don't jam now

L.O.B., that's all I know

That's all we know

Get the money and we motherfucking go

T.C.T.S., we're too cool, too smooth

We zoom through on them jet planes

Flying high, nigga, Tom Cruise

My demeanor is devilish, demoralizing

Against evil, pyramid tables symbolizing

That almighty low, who shines in the dark

But God still has that glow, go

It's that American history

You're welcome and thankful that you're still in tune with me

J.R. shoot bullets like tommie's

Sixteen, Sonny Carillon drumming with magazines

It's that God father scene

When they brought up on Sonny at the Toe Booth unseen

And they let their timers scream like Sonny

And they let their timers scream like Sonny

You can tell a lot when you look a man up in his eyes

Is he a top dog in the jungles is he built to survive

You can tell a lot when you look a man up in his eyes

Is he a top dog in the jungles is he built to survive