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to become a college student at that rate!
Fuckin' science
Fu-fuckin' science, bro
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin'
nation feared
The rebel
He had a chick named Rhonda
A college prize
Her long hair hung down
Over her eyes
Kinda half Barbra Streisand
And half
of anthropology
Being accepted as a social science
And not the art of educated observations"
And all the things that we
Can learn about ourselves
In
nation feared
The rebel
He had a chick named Rhonda
A college prize
Her long hair hung down
Over her eyes
Kinda half Barbra Streisand
And half
Yo, I almost cried writing this shit yo
We met at college for the culinary arts
First time I saw that ass, boo, it swallowed up my heart, damn
the guitar
The way Dave played was very individual
I'd been overwhelmed by all the culture
Art School prays the life I'd never really understand
I sat down
Through numbers and letters, art and play
In the golden days of learning, we stay
(Chorus)
Oh, golden days of learning, lessons so grand
In the schoolyard,
music, literature, arts, sciences and politics not being able to distinguish between the real voice and the simulated one
In our universities
the hieroglyphs
Master the science
Who dare desire this
Co wrote the diorama
Chill with the dalai lama
We'll both meditate
Until we reach Nirvana
For the hell
would've thought i had dyslexia
I couldn't write you letters no more
I think i got dysgraphia
Highlighting that ou girl
I know you trying to text me up
Murder me? You musta never fuckin heard of me
I get thank you letters for my mind, you see, I'm fillin vacancies
And don't even mention surgery,
Master of the craft
Science, Math
Galileo, Descartes
Creativity, flow art
A modern day Mozart
Sequence of operation, peep the beat and flow chart
I'm
I had a dream last weekend
I was a Mafia assassin
Sent out to kill your new boyfriend
In liberal arts college scandal
He had a letter from you
Kept
he did -- what this nigga said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got
off somewhere
Coming back with some good news
All that turned up, though
Was a letter from his friend from school
Who'd gone off to art-college in
and learn, as we march along, Discovering wonders, like a joyful song, From shapes and letters to science and arts, Our curious minds, are always ready
you feel
But your heart's voice is just as real
Balance the two, that's the art
Science and soul, each a part
Honor your essence, born within
Oh, sweet Pythagoras,
I'm sorry that I might have failed science, art, and calculus
Is it really too late for me to learn the secants and the sines?
brother;
Didn't have no money for college, he was taught the street knowledge.
Part of the plan;
To keep us fightin' in the street, instead of becomin'
we
Ooh
Well, Jaco on the radio just doesn't hit the same, you know
It's business more than art
But boiled down to a science
I studied and I moneyed
a look at the letters I draw
Excessive graftedness, there's no space between words
Excessive cross-outs: it must be my nerves
Rhymes that vaporize
asking much to me that's who I live for
I hate to be dramatic but that's what I love
The emotion, the art, the expression of the noun that I'm rhyming with
Yaro sunani tumko meri kahani
Ik larka anjaan ik larki anjani
Hai yeh college ki batt
Science ka vo larka tha aur arts ki vo ladki thi
Pheli nazar
miss piggy is
These stupid fucks prolly majoring in the more minor of the Liberal arts
Gonna have to Put the horse before the literal cart, Oregon trail
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