Lyrics:
just forgot because of what public schools had painted
Oh I forgot don't kill my vibe, that's right you're famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was
her home in Guildford
While her nights are filled with
Television appearances
And roles in west end musicals
Today, she's having her portrait taken
of Fine Arts, dr west
Dr kanye West: I’m sorry
That was just my opinion
I am a pop artist so
My medium is public opinion and
The world is my canvas
"I’m
the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
gotta' eat it.
Asbestos Lead Asbestos
And it won't be us because we're the smart ones.
Asbestos Lead Asbestos
Mode of every public school we live
It's hood now
Public school system only teaching parts
So the school of hard knocks is what make you street smart
You're hood now
Hood now
Yeah,
[Flav] Yo Chuck where you at G??
I think he went upstairs why'know
[DJ] A very furious mixture of noise
What Public Enemy producer
like I crept in
Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends
When the son said, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light
quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Guess what
Guess guess guess...
Guess what
[* An 'oik' is an English public school term for
it was not for the school West Aurora
I’d have denied my head an education
A wedge of bacon and
Plate leftover microwave up
I head straight to Metra,
school we were lovers then reunited in the eye of this storm,
But love and luck collided and I followed the work,
crm in arm at the shining top but
Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it,
Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy,
East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty,
in Portland, Oregon
Christians in the West are now experiencing just a small taste of what their brothers
And sisters living in restricted countries
I'm a hip hop soldier
I'm a hip hop soldier
All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens
Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin'
reviling a meek
Innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they - or
Most of them - devout churchgoers? I detest
the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever,
Same people countries hold it down
From the fucking west to the fuckin' town
Gettin' slaughtered, man
I swear that shit's fucked up
Got blessed and came
On the, DJ tip I'm like savoir-faire
'Cause you can probably find me anywhere
I'm the best from West, I'm the beast from the East
I'm the old school
alive.
West coast, East Coast, your all bunch of fucking fools.
You and the rest of this greedy fucking world.
Kill yourself, stay in school, say no
the zone
Took the long way from school
You had N.W.A but A.B.N was all I knew
Freestylin in the class, that was just something you had to do
And if you
Called Quest (East coast) to West
Remix mad kick, more than Metallica
To all MC's fall like the Battlestar Galactica
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
Well they dressed me up for public school
But I didn't fit my suit
So I nicked my daddy's six guns
And I learned how to shoot
It was a time when men
nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S
It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much
Tryna do too
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