(Eske)
It’s the whiteout, Crafty as a boyscout
Showing my white ass to the people that doubt.
Started in a brick house, owned by my father and his spouse
Grew up in the burbs on what Wayne, Em, and Dre spouts.
I’m hip hop to the death of me
Bobbin’ my head since I was watching Sesame
Yet I got a good education, I’m not in the fucking streets.
But I’m pulling out the chopper on these instrumental beats.
I’m going harder than a giant slab of granite.
And if you got a problem with me, you can just can it.
I can’t even stand it. Rhymes on manic.
Spewing out the hottest shit, like I was volcanic.
Uh, Like Chris Martin once said, Don’t Panic
When I come up out the game and sink your ships like titanic.
Screaming to your partner that you’ll never let go.
But you will once you hear a couple crazy white boys flow.

(Hook)

(BKnitts)

(Trouble...)

Just laid off by a boss making top dollar.
Tempted just to fucking drop him in his popped collar.
Beast off the leash, and I’m about to go rotwiler.
Kill him, then I’m headed for the jugular of Scott Walker
Didn’t catch it on the up and up.
Living isn’t easy then he dishes out an uppercut.
Attention he who governs us, the fuck is up with budget cuts?
I’m living off a couple bucks, you’re salary just doubled up.
They want a couple lines in double time.
But fuck that, I’ll talk normal like a stubborn mime. (Get it?)
These rappers never understand me.
Still I’ll wet them in their panties.
Like they’re flustered and it’s summertime.

(Hook)

(Eske)
I’m a motherfucking college kid.
How the hell you think I’ll make the money to get on the grid?
I’m dreaming in my Blackhawks snapback,
Wayfarers, matte black, blasting YC’s Racks.
And It’s ironic that I’d listen to that.
Cuz I don’t have any racks to be bringing on back,
my job doesn’t give me that, I’m scrounging for the fucking scraps
They’re telling me, “Matt I’m sorry, but we have a fucking hours cap.”
So it’s not like I’m not showing an initiative,
they just don’t have the time for me, their actions are indicative.
And I don’t even have a legitimate job,
I’m scared that I’ll graduate from Marquette and be a fucking slob. (So what’s the prob?)
The problem is, I just don’t give a fuck.
Recording on a budget, I’m all in, I hope I double up.
Eske and B-Money taking over when we’re going in.
Phil Ivey flow, I’m in this game for the fucking win.

(HOOK)

Yeah, It's on my mind
It's always on my mind
It's on my fucking mind

Class In Session, bitch.
Eske, B-Money
White Boy Takeover meets Sky High Clique