Sitting in pre calc, class full of Asians,
Brain getting rocked, like the nation of Haitians
Girls getting knocked up, boy’s got no patience,
Hit it and quit it, planned all the way and,
She’s all alone, crying on the highway
No cash, she won’t get high today,
Without that high, she goes so low,
Shit goes down, here at enloe
There goes the future; valedictorian
There go the gangs, bout to get gory and,
Here comes a boy, he says he’s so sorry and,
The principal, ain’t buyin’ his story and
The FIFA world cup, takes place in the lobby,
The teams are
And one last man, looking so fresh,
Saif N. Hassan, repping
Along with Apex, where I go,
But I been spending time, here at Enloe,
Supposed to sit here, do some math,
But here I am, writing me some raps
oh wait, I found another one in my notes
They say I’m a good shot, Donchu know, I’m a dead eye
Millions of hits, like return of the jedi,
Millions of hits, like tweeted pics of me,
Because my presence is a rarity,
But my legend needs some clarity,
So I’ll say it nice and coherently
I started my rapping and apparently
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