Lyrics:
mindful of our brothers
And the blue and white
I'm gonna tell ya a story
Bout my time in school
Way back in the eighties
At Nazareth high school
Now let
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees
What an insult to be shown the door
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees, too bad
What an insult to be shown the door
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
That crowd of refugees, too bad
What an insult to be shown the door
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
my thoughts are militant
Destroyin the ignorance, buildin the innocent
Teachin infants infinite knowledge
That wasn't taught in high schools
,police showing up high Mr nice Lights but I still didn't see nothing.
Relocated to the hostels and I saw worse ,
Every Mondays ma school shoes were full
fiend, but I got the cats in the trap, in the web
Tricking girls like Anansi
High school, I really messed around fancy, had all these tings thinking
I
schools but don't give them no tips
About aiming high making sure they're focused
Instead I teach em bout head shots only
Like aim high and make sure you
adversity
If you a dropout of high school or graduate university
Or if your skin white as fuck or check the box for diversity
Cause I’ll never who you really
more then I do
New body
But thats cool
Use to blaze her back in high school
Matthew Williams
I might double sock it
Bitch you want a man
So much
Rob's room, smoking out the window
We stepping on the track
Like a fucking insole
Remember back in high school, don't you be part of my plan
Now we
Never sing the same songs
New day new play
I stay high as blue jays
Smoking and playing 2k
I don’t give a fuck bout nothing or bout what you say
This is a 100 bar verse get a timer
So fly so high, above the airliner
Rappers today just rearrange
Others work, interior designer
Can’t make it rap,
crossed out by line chalkers
Back in high school, train rides was nine quarters
Now they eyes water while I'm ridin' by corners
Niggas wildin', askin' how
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A school of views, countless videos of idiots
Stoic to heroic, from scammers to rebels
With machetes and jackhammers,
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