The next day, our favorite lesbian couple made their way down to the common area in the 1-A dorms. Where they sat at the dining table, waiting for Sato to make them breakfast.
"What do you think we're going to be listening to today?" Momo asked Kyoka, the latter was curled into the taller girls side.
Kyoka looked up at Momo, "I've got a feeling that someone is gonna get murdered on the mic today. It feels like Izu grew up as a battle rapper as a way to deal with the bullying." Momo nodded her head in agreement. It made sense that the boy had been bullied before coming to UA. The way he flinched at the smallest contact and the fact that he blushed extremely red when a girl even turned his way.
It made sense to them that he used music as a way to vent the frustration that he had been bottling up inside of him.
After breakfast, the classes made their way back to the auditorium where Nezu already had a cd ready to be played. Nezu had a goal for today, he needed to know more about the green haired cinnamon roll. So he figured that the way to do that would be to pick out three of his rap disks. Hopefully that would give the staff and students some insight as to how he was raised.
"Good morning everyone, today, you won't be picking out music. For I have already chosen the track that we will be listening to today." The principal announced to the surprise of everyone.
He then put in the first disk titled "Not Alike ft. Royce da 5'9"
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my Bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we're on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me (whoa)
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move, like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me?
I'm confused tryin' to figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin' chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doin' Bitcoin
We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
We can spit it for ya, advance
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
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He sings?
FanfictionWith Midoriya out of the country in order to gain further control of his quirk, Bakugo breaks down his dorm room door and discovers something he never knew about. It's your basic singer Izuku fic with my taste of music. I own nothing. Horikoshi K...
