Lyrics:
the Nasarite, top 5
Dead or alive
Crime cardinals, from Allah's school
Israelite books, we both crooks
True don, let's get it on, word is bond
He's God's Son, I'm
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin'
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
could help me on my way and get rich too
There was talk about after high school
I would get a job
Gig at night and she would go to some
Community
all the rumors are true
You know I love a London boy
Boy, I fancy you (ooh)
And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End
You can
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah
Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
Straight out of solitary
I got the block locked down
Transfer me to conquer in
the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company
was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely so here's
went to school
My name is D.M.C., I tell no lie
And I graduated from Cooley High
I am the only rapper who will not die
I'm a gruesome guy, and you
to be cool up in Sunday school
Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy
Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit
In the rap game, every nigga
you forget about it in a week
I should've known because in high school you had hit your peak
You're such a psycho, driving me out of control
Did I say
at huge heights
So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please
Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds
Got a song so strong, it's knocking down
old school shit)
And all your friends from way back then (Carey like Mariah)
Tell me can you visualize
36 Chambers high
Feels like we're there,
a role model, like a Cardinal to our peers
A patriotic tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons
A former lifeguard, who had the skills of a dolphin
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
The following students from Indio High School were winners
Mike Murphy
Eddie Tucker
Megan Gormiska
Alden Stanley
Margie Siskihead
Barbra Macon
Susie
McCool McCool for school
High
Too high
Too Cool
I'm McCool
You're much too much to
Cool
McCool for school
Too high
Too Cool
I'm McCool
How come you
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I'm lookin' to be the God MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm
mama
Still I stay quiet as kept, and still left with my respect
A couple muffs in the air
Not a blemish on my rep, I told my dawg keep your head high
rewindin MC's
[Run] That means you pause
[both] My word is born
Yeah, speakin' on truth
From the old school on down to the youth
Since the days,
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're
the beat
Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, I'm poppin the most
I come from Oakland, don't play
Cause Oakland got talent, fool
MC's in elementary school
Not to mention musicians and singers
And Shorty be with his magical fingers
We get funky
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