Lyrics:
he moved into the community)
(And they tried to tape him to a flag pole or a tree up at the high school)
(So if you don't fit their mold)
(It's
community organize our school
like they learned at the school of the school of the
americas in the general chicago's dirty south side.
when the dirty
story, y'all
Yeah, prophets, nigga, prophet
[Chorus]
From the Hills of the Shaolin
All the Wu-Tang came, from far and wide
From the Hills
and back
Winter will make me go from my
Home to college and back
Why? Ain't tryna be out in the cold like that
Boujee still, when this city grow like that?
Fighter, no defense... You won't ever see me back down
School of hard knocks, class clown
I got one shot, like the last round
It's a celebration, but ya
School of thought that I activated.
Money piles aggregated.
My level,
Iceberg.
Colder than winter.
You are an intern.
Sit down and learn.
But in all truth
Linwood's Covenant
(intro)
We are a city on a hill... that cannot be hidden
There we go... a, yo
(first verse)
My agreement is between me and He, go
dawgs a brighter way
Cause I don't wanna see them living like they'll lose their life today
Ain't wanna be a statistic, so yes a nigga still in school
I
of winter covered
this land, through the kingdom of Mercea, through--
GUARD #1: Where'd you get the coconut?
ARTHUR: We found them.
GUARD #1: Found them?
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
a five-star establishment
In Beverly Hills, where the décor
Is a disorienting maze of
Mirrors and black tile
And the room service menu includes bottles
like a hockey team
I got the game in a guillotine
Ruling the school cause I am the dean
Bet imma win at ease up north flow like a winter breeze
Down
hurt
It's damn near a whole generation out of work
It's damn near whole communities without a school
What type of tools you think he got, he's poor
man
Flickin' Starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man
We don't care what people say
This is for my niggas outside all winter
'Cause this
man
Flickin' Starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man
We don't care what people say
This is for my niggas outside all winter
'Cause this
the masses move the opposite way
If I could step up in here truthfully
I spent my whole life seeking sense of community
This human race be treatin one another
between rap, you and the rock and roll community
But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this
the hills
Where schooling means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy
And the sad thing is
You better get used to it
Because high school, it never ends
on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin' reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a needle
When it's cold
sittin' out on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin' reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a needle
His father was a man who could never understand
The shame on a red man's face
So they lived in the hills and they never came down
But to trade in
see the flies
Set alone round steak and last Monday's pies
And the sleepy hill drug store, cafe is open
Coffee is bubblin' hot
Folks that aint workin,
away from that house on the hill
Gated community
So full of hate
White picket fences
Like the residents' shade
But that Trump sign
That's a turn off
bustled on and grew
And everyone had work
Homes were built
And a school was built up on the hill
This is our history
There was gold in the hills in the form
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