Louis Logic, Celph Titled - Gentleman and a Scholar lyrics

Uhhwhatyo my man Louis Logic, up in
The Chrome Depot once again, baby
D-Minor on the motherfucking beat
Yo Lou, who you talking to?
To all the sexy women (You're so beautiful)
Dressed in linen (So cute to Lou)
Yeahhave a candlelight dinner with you
And a nice bottle of Mo before
You drop to the flo', ho

I look at beef like a chick with
Crooked teeth: turn the cold shoulder
Down a Brooklyn street, whenever stoned sober
But when I'm drunk, I look deceased
Show's over
A boatload of licks 'till I'm sick
And rolled over
Laying in my own piss on an old sofa
In strips of a police line that I dove over
Chicks in dip Range Rovers following me
The MC who wiped his ass
With his college degree
Who's the biggest lush? Probably me
Who swigs enough to spit the sickest stuff
After chugging a bottle or three?
It's making sense Logic-ally
If heads don't take offense to
What you spit to me you're not an MC
I deal in reality, selling your hope
Developing quotes for folks to
Make a pelican choke
You fucking big-mouths have never been
Dope on one track
Has-beens, forget all your hopes for comeback
I'm classy in a Caddy or in an Impala
Even riding on an old
Schwinn women will holla
Broke niggas want me to lend them a dollar
I tell them, "Thanks, but no thanks"
(Cause he's a gentleman and a scholar)

If you ask me what Hip-Hop means
I'd have to say
Spitting one ob-scene rap a day
To blashphemer pop queens
Stage diving drunk into a mob scene
To fight a punk and when
The cops come driving up
Scream in the mic, "It's not me!"
I'm like a virus that gets in your ass
Still infectious a mad scientist in the lab
When I'm spilling measures
You get the type of smackdown a
Credit card fraud villain catches
When he's tracked down by bill collectors
Filthy lectures with the illest textures
Outbreak
Your next course of action I'd suggest
About face
All kidding aside, my records outweigh most
The last man who came close didn't survive
Shit, isn't it fly how your sister replied
To assist me in the kitchen
'till the dishes are dry?
You got a nice family
Except for your deadbeat daddy
Tell him to do his chores first
Or he'll never get the Caddy

Venemous nemesis who sit's in a bar
Sipping a jar of Russian vodka
From an infamous czar
It's one of the gifts that a
Star has at his disposal
Whipping my car after I drank
It into an accident, totalled
(Thanks for nothing)
Tanked and buzzing, with wood in my jeans
Looking for queens with legs for loving
To put it between
My idea of romance is pulling
Off a ho's pants
With no dance and dinner unless
She's cooking for me
I'm not a chauvinistjust bend your ass over
Miss and show me both your tit's
While you choke on this
The sex crazed ex-slave came back to the farm
To pack the piper master's wife
'till the mattress is warm
And after I'm gone
I want my anaconda bronzed
And made into a dildo-shaped statue
On your mama's lawn
Don't get offended cause my songs
Are long and nonsense
Wrongful comments and strong in content

And soat this time I'd like to thank all
The people who can suck my cock
You're all pieces of shit
I hope you get hit by a speeding bus
And everyone who showed up
To my party tonight, in such fly attire
Very nice to have you
Don't let the door hit you in
The ass on the way out