Lyrics:
school
I attended the Punk Rock Academy.
Chris Jensen's teaching science
& he's still running mountain.
We fired the guy from Bad Religion 'cause he
Sold
had a dream, when I was in high school
That I attended the punk rock academy
(For real)
Chris Jensen's teaching science and
He's still running mountain
of luxury!
Jeffrey Epstein killed himself
Dr Fauci's good at science
There are more than just two genders
Those were mostly peaceful protests
And Joe Biden
Energie (yeah)
Und ich stürme deinen Gig mit achtzig Refugees (hahahahaha)
Fick' das Weiße Haus in Washington, D.C.
Wir kommen nachts im SUV, wir sind
With a blessed baby in my arms, I was so happy to do
The family, the DNA, the natural curiosity
Kiln Academy, subject to me
How could my mother, your
Degrade my people
Give us less and call it equal
Just a sequel
From Washington to Trump the country sunk
Woo
Hol up
Woo
Hol up
Woo
Hol up
Washington
Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
the difference between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud in Cuban
Benjamin
Science whiz
My computer bat friend
Tell me where
Tell me when
I'll meet you ninja Ben
At the back of the record store
With tapes
that or we wouldn't be friends (drop like that)
Ready to dump on sight in front of the law
I met Louch on Academy in front of the stall (what's up
George Washington was the president
But now he's dead (dead)
Mackenzie King was Prime Minister
But now he's dead (dead)
So don't go into politics
of a Forecaster’s Confidence and the use of probability statements in weather forecasting. US Weather Bureau. Research Paper N 16. Washington, 1944.
46. Nott,
Thomas Jonathan Jackson
He did his best to live righteously
And they trained him as a man and a soldier
At the West Point Academy
In 46 they sent him
science was his game, justified by war
His spawn lay in the freezer
The killers that bore his name
The breeding house, you were there
And the sins of your
and science minus distractions of today
What if I told you all religions were crafted to keep up pace
With my ancestors grace
Recounting everything but deface
un seul teh
On veut grave des sommes
Fierté on est grave des hommes
Jamais je croque la pomme
Et on ride comme à Washington
(À Washington)
Ouai on ride
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
parce que j'suis on fleek
On fleek comme ma bitch shine pas de Star Academy
J'aime tout ce qui est noir tout ce qui vient d'Afrique
On est dans l'import -
the academy of arts and sciences
Thoughts of scientists, plus what tragedy to triumph is
Try, try again, I rule the night with an iron fist
An indication
up?
And we gon' tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten
Sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton
The Nutty Professor science droppin'
Rockin'
up?
And we gon' tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten
Sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton
The Nutty Professor science droppin'
Rockin'
oh-oh-oh
Take my hand... take my hand
What good are global, life-saving efforts
If we flick off science's sound advice
We push back against curbs on our
rebellion, communist rebellion
Socialist rebellion, veganist rebellion, rebellionist rebellion
Believe
It can happen
Don't let science and statistics scare you
it was destined for me,
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday?
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from the academy
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