Lyrics:
the morning, fuck
Now I'm fucking anxious, it's my own fucking fault
Wish there was one way to stop this
Lock my own thoughts in a vault
But my own way
won't be rockin' the boat
Teacher: Very good! That was fun, wasn't it?
Class: Yes, Mrs. Aryan.
Teacher: For our next lesson, we're going to do
peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year
Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
yo
In class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl
(what?)
The teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah
(NO NO NO)
I'm not with detention no no with
stage presence
I acquired it by studying my heroes
Who were shunned to the side, the outcasts and the weirdos
That was my favourite, wannabe Jon Davis
Lord knows my needs
I've learnt my lesson, gotta keep pressing, on and on
Thought I was on track, turns out it was a treadmill
Thought by 25 I would
Poll can't go full expose
Is you bout' that? Up your rolls
And fuck it on clothes
Is you bout' the life you
Talkin'? How you really living?
I can tell by
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
the future before us,
you chosen ones!
No matter how hard it gets,
You can’t give up,
You’ll fight till the very end
Shout, oh heroes,
And show your fighting
of her
But she never escaped from under the cloud cover
A woman reduced
She was eaten by a monster
And after all these years
The past, it still haunts her
there's an undiscovered difference
Destining me to be angry and express it with violence
While I was diagnosed bipolar and schizoaffective
What good's
I flow
Man they love it to hear u flow
But they hate it to see the Goat
Had to get it like I was Ghost
I was Ghost nehga
Who who not you
thought I was fucking quitting then you had another thing fuckin comin nigga
Yuh, ayy
Thick white bitch in my gym class
I'ma hit it from the back 'til I
I start the match
This shit feels like archery class
Bullseye's white like Marshall Mathers
That Jake'd Up diss was target practice
It's because my
came from nothing
How could you be mad a young nigga stunting
Was you there when I wasn't
Won't be there when I'm dumbing thru hunnits
They thought it
When the virus was striking
They were there looting us
When the hunger was killing
They sat there laughing us
Heroes were falling
With few names
I-I-I was dropped on the door
By a stork (by a stork)
I was never born
My stummy hurt
Food Gang got me sore
Glitch Gum, Food Gang, The Fantastic Four
With
WHAT when WHAT when class ends
The teacher points at the door: "Go be with your friends!"
YUP! My rep was in effect to keep in step
So I stopped
fumbled my way through
Nocturne serenades, it was the
Middle of winter, one of the coldest winters that
I can recall
As I stumbled on by, I thought I was
to break a bitch
Now
Really, it's so easy
Mister G, I have a question
Yes?
Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
Aha
I wanna know how can
a couple of songs and they saying that young n**** hot
Yea it started off slow , but i stuck to the code so my n**** you staying or not
Yeah my daddy was
to class
Emotionally I was busting my ass
Just to avoid being fragile
For this dumbass class
But now, I've made it my dream
To wake up every morning and see
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