Lyrics:
ARTHUR: Well, um, can we come up and have a look?
GUARD: Of course not! You are English types-a!
ARTHUR: Well, what are you then?
GUARD: I'm French!
the States like "You've got an accent"
'Cah man's English and man speak it
Can't school me on my country, leave it
'Cause I'm a London boy like the Kray,
Grew up mostly at my momma's pad
And used to get clowned when I went to class
For speaking with an accent
So when I went back home
I only spoke English
that I gotta get paid
I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard
ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
To great sound waves
Track my
english boy with an african accent
05/09/92: using the music rooms in his school recording rhythms then he rid ‘em with riddles now he's an african boy wit
Aye, It's E-Jay the One Man Army
Black 8 Session Baby ba Delela Bad So
We Just Had To Give You Something listen!
Zed Rap sembe yenze High School
was English
God bless you Uncle Sam
You got a cool gene pool
And I went to school
And God knows I love to tan
Making cents and dead presidents
Margiela shoe on the gas
I remember grams and scales was all a nigga had
20/20 vision I can see the snakes in the grass
Used to push the bag in high school
me the answers
I saw my old English teacher
She asked me what do I do?
Told her I never finished school
But don't ever get it confused
I'm making
Say that I attended one of the top high schools in New York
A Jesuit all-boys school located on the Upper East Side
Each year, thousands compete for
schools new schools big rims we ride
Every time I leave town everywhere I arrive they say
Hello Detroit
East side west side, Hello Detroit
Better Made
silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
release slithers
From lines with deep splinters, paws for sweet skippers
Another key-figure's of East River's who eat liver and drink liquor
And root for
got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all
Lights high!
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling
the face?
Check the intensive snare
The hi hats, treble and bass
I'm gonna keep spittin' 'til Geeneus
Kicks me off Rinse
Might see me with the east side
silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
Life ain't always been great. I aint ashamed to say it
Shit I aint even learn English till I was like age of 8
A product of the LA COUNTY SCHOOL
Doing this took a tab doing this
Three years ago Am still tripping
This whole verse is projection
Let me Take back Aai take you Back to my school days I
Old English brown bag
Deuce Deuce shit
G's rolled the Philly's when we used to cut school
Don't get it confused
Ya boy was still a good student
Neva let
school as children
When we offer blackness as an explanatory factor
As if we don't need to know anything else
Because let's look at it in the other
went to Journalism school with
He's covering the Armageddon that's become the Okanagan
The second one is of another friend
Who's doing a restoration
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