Thinking Caps Street Hymns (Ft. C. Burris & YourWelcome Shon)

[Intro: Street Hymns]
Welcome to AP Class
Yeah
Oh

[Verse 1: Street Hymns]
Put on yo thinking caps
I’m the type make you bring it back
I’m the type to think in caps
Using big words
When it come to bars if you surely use your temple
You can see why I ain’t get to buzzing
They ain’t getting nothing
Shirley Temple tap into my mind
You should get a compass
North, South, East, Mitchell West
Both parents put the pen to something
So it’s in my genes that got handed down
If I brain storm, I could get to flooding
If I’m hunting (bat bat BANG)
Call me Century 'cause I keep it gunning
If discussing (tick tock BANG)
Call me century, I keep it 100
In battling I could face cards with the greats, but
Ya’ll still think I’m bluffing
They ain’t fond of me
But I’m still something like a G.O.A.T
You can call me Mr. Tumnus
Slow and Steady I ain’t with the rushing
Take my time
'Cause I’m living it, vigilant
I have unlimited pills off a limitless dealing
Mixing for a deal and it’s diligent
They say I’m only a lyricist
That cannot kill a hit
Game full of puppets, their limited
Keep on talking out the side of your mouth, dummy
I put the trill in ventriloquist
I listen to Aaliyah
When it rains I’m missing you
R-I-P to Robert Davis
I’m missing screws
Like my brain
I’m insane
Studio is the institute
Put in crazy work
Wear a straitjacket like a business suit
(Uh)
Hmm