all you sucka poets.
out there on them internets,
your rhymes are not as dope as these.
These rhymes are free. They pirouette
through indeterminate degrees. Get next
to me, and study it. Achieve
a thesis - nail
that doctorate, go straight through
- graduate that shit.
the world knows now: you're good at school.
You still have your whole life to learn
what we knew to begin with, fool.
You're good; I'm better.
it could be worse.
You never had a chance, at best.
Don't let it make you cynical
at least you proved that you can ace a test.