Lyrics:
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
"me and your grandma proud"
I'm way too deep in the game to go sit back in the crowd
Teacher told me get a job, save up for a four oh one K
Man I'd
People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that
homework cause I don't give a crap
I don't care bout the Pythagorean Theorem
When the teacher talks, I pretend I can't hear him
I don't care bout all these
People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed
teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
To my inner
seizures
Be ready listen
You student
I'm teacher
Main event
You the feature
Abnormal is needed
To paint a new picture
Bad boy
Call me Detroit
Hustle every
Retro you know they done fucked up
Right
They fucked the fuck up
They done let us meet up in Cali man
Don't do dat
Don't do dat
Detroit in this bitch
leaking semen on your couch and then I'm out
Catch me on the zenith, from the Southern region
Federation is my motherfucking legion, we don't believe in
changed, bitch check us)
Detroit Southwest murderous, die
(The greatest spectacle under the sky)
5 cards came and made their mark from Moon Yugon down
Rowdy no DaVinci 2020 better keep up
I'm humbled as a sheep, but be careful when I speak up
School you like a student
Don't you know that I'm a teacher
Upset the set up with renaissance of The Roots
Return of the golden age of the Sages Poet's of truth
Poor Righteous Teachers leaders Souls
a test me , the mother lost 2 girl , karma deh pon the way fi you Sr, Mr Shooter , so you into school girl , you a teacher , you soon learn , when you deh
(Teacher)
"J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"
(Violent J)
"why-why-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,
and he
When I was 15 years old, I weighed only 96 lbs
Then my PE teacher told me about anabolic steroids
My body started to swell, my penis didn't look too
pull out, Leaving 'em looking like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
You'll have trouble counting each
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
pull out, Leavin'em lookin' like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
you'll have trouble countin' each
T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy, in effect
The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme
Take me on up to Detroit city
Jails are full, the factories empty
Mama's crying, young boys dying
Under that red white and blue still flying
Drop
Detroit for life baby
Moved my block out sixty third
Yeah came running when I heard
I heard Sosa in the crib
Heard my homies made it big
I put two
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