Lyrics:
must be denied the facts every hour
We run to school, tryin' to get straight A's
Let's take a trip way back in the days
To the first
in like a day or two
That's how the players do, my nigga, there's layers to it
First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth
keep
I'm the dungeon master I ain't takin no requests
Takin no requests, I ain't takin no requests
Swear to god all you niggas been some school threats
when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin
Education doesn't come from simply obeyin
the curriculum, of the school criteria
In fact what I
We're the science of desire
With a magical mic
The monarch of the dark in the night alright
We advertise
And specialize
In the exercise and we'll
and star
Knowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one after
Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master
I come to teach and preach and reach and each
with
of ya'll just don't know Kendrick
The school of hardknocks, we was the first ones in attendance
You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye
(Err body all across the land; Lemme, lemme tell you 'bout a master plan)
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
(Err body all across the land;
the black man is
Stay in tune to the masters and unplug from the bandits
The tongue of torture, depravity, and brutal incision
The lip of sorrow, the hate
you be there to shelter me?
The little dot that falls, a little boy, that's all
That's all
Morning comes, I walk to school, but something's in
in school
It almost seemed like a rehearsal when the only
Science and math are universal
Taking elder advice, read the Bible, the Koran
when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin
Education doesn't come from simply obeyin
the curriculum, of the school criteria
In fact what I
the answer
You have to embrace this lord or master
Embrace the god in turn who's
Influence is what you're after
See, most of y'all be descendants
Of the open
of it
That extra hot latte and the corporate car's
Got me revved up a bit
I'm a walking HR nightmare
with an ergonomic chair
Oh, a Master Class in
"I do my own research"
Said the moron to the fool
"I prescribe my own medication And I don't believe in school"
Don't tread on me with facts Proud
of great Thoth
Look at the sundial, look at the child of man
Where's the faith in the Spirit, the master plan?
Opportunity - the spoils of religion
It is 8 o clock in the morning
And it's not going to be boring
Cause I prepared everything
So sit down and start listening
Is it maths, is it science
up by the SCIENCE TEAM
It's just me and the bag, took out everything between, ay
I write a lot of my songs when I'm sitting in the shower
And when I'm
Yeah...
No I won't call you master
Though to you I sold my
My microphone shines
I keep your children filled in
Colorful swirls are building
But
off the lead
But you know that, in your heart
You will always taste the bridle
And I am not JPEGMAFIA
Or honorary PNG Yakuza
Label owns your Masters
that in a school that's ebony
African history should be pumped up steadily
But it's not
And this has got to stop, See Spot run
Run get Spot insulting
to school, the master rules
Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?)
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that turns
to school, the master rules
Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?)
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that turns
Spirit from ancient origin
Black genetic code with the soul we was born to win
The science in music
The flow translucent uh huh
We send sound waves to bomb
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