Footsteps as Dr. Luvelle Brown walks down a IHS hallway, lost in thought as he flips through a folder. He is so engrossed that he doesn’t see Mr. Trumble, and the two bump into each other.
Mr. Trumble: Oh, I’m sorry.
Dr. Brown: (jokingly) You mean I’m sorry, sir.
Mr. Trumble: …no.
Dr. Brown: Excuse me?
Mr. Trumble: You heard me. (deep breath) I’m tired of being second best around here. Why don’t we settle this once and for all?
Dr. Brown: I see. (short chuckle) Well, well, Jason, you’ve finally got the courage to stand up to me. I respect that. (cracking knuckles) But I won’t hold back.
Mr. Trumble: All right, how about we get this started?
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I’ll make the ground rumble
So hard that you’ll stumble
Down to the floor, better get up from your tumble
Man, I been here twenty years
Known Little Red longer than than your whole career
Every single student that passes me by
Knows the sick beats that I’ll let fly
If you mess with me, better get a front seat
To the beginning of Big Luve’s big defeat
I come from VA, where I learned to be a man
Saw my chance, so I rose and took a stand
Got the whole school district in the palm of my hand
I’m a god, and you think you can withstand?
My dreams are grand, exquisite, bold
A culture of love to all enrolled
Your own game’s weak and your rhyme’s a little sour:
Ya forgot to Engage, Educate, and Empower.
I was a teacher, son, so get back to class
Take a seat so I can teach you ‘bout my past
Here’s a history lesson, Chapter 2 Part 1
The day JT went for this home run
I’m not even winded, better pick up the pace
My coach sense is telling me you’ll lose this race
I’ll build IHS to the highest prestige
Turn the heat right up six thousand plus degrees!
Alright, looks like joke time’s over
Prepare yourself for my second flyover
The Board of Education has all agreed
That I spit these bars with no mercy
I’m the Superintendent, I’m super intended
To rise to the top, and now I’ve transcended
Call me supernatural, I won’t get offended
Made a legacy that’ll be forever commended.
Sorry Doc, while I go and yawn
Think you might as well call this battle foregone
Just got a call from your friend Ainslie
Said he’d much rather drop a beat for me
Why don’t I spell it out, so you can see
Why I’m called T-R-M-B-L-E
Oh, you think I misspelled it? That ain’t true
It’s only six letters long cause I don’t need U.
(Nearby fire alarms go off. Recording ends.)