Lyrics:
do, but bring them to school!
Naturally!
And it was somewhere along that path that I realised
There was a market for this shit
Like, kids were willing
enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in
laughed, jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch and autograph
Syndicate boy, I don't fool out
You're full grown, school's out
You try to diss? I think you
you do, you will earn
A pimp diploma, just for you
For learning what you're taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know,
Never fall in
school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's
Liar
You're only in it for yourself
Rip the veil apart
I see your true colors now
Hit the ground
I remember the sound of it all coming down when you
once again, all he ever wanted to do
Was spread a message
Of equality, for every man, woman, and child
Regardless of race, religion
Color, creed,
Uh uh listen
Y'all know what this is
Let's Go
We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall
Just so we can be the first ones with em
Imagine slow dancing with the moon on a cool night
Mama said you got to go to bed
It's a school night
She knows that you're cool with the monster in
the sword is sheathed.
When battle's waged, we'll see what choice we've made by the deeds ink tells;
of valiant feats, it should spell.
For we vow to stand
water whippin', brown pyrex same color fried chicken
Got a redbone bitch name Strawberry, and her cooking really tastes like cherries (Ouu!)
Hold up, I
(You're not makin' this easy, Kyle)
Leavin' out for school with headphones in the bag
Mappin' out a plan that every play get split in half
Leavin'
of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And oh I
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll
As I take a look down the boulevard
Full of ghetto youth, life is very hard
So many faces bearing the battle scars
But love I bring
checking me with the noise
I no be yahoo boy I no be yahoo boy
Baby omoge
Life is betta just remember, cause of my skin color they check am cause of my
With my leaves ain’t no place I rather be yea
Swag it out OGS all on the T yea
Hokage level battle bitch I’m undefeated
I got this forbidden jutsu
to see
And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream
The battle for the bridge at Cropredy
Now the King's men fought in red and gold
they as fly as me
I’m sweeter than a motherfucking honey bee
Everybody in the club, drinks on me
I don’t give a fuck, ima smoke my weed
This is for
enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in
the chocha only if that color mocca
Smoke a, drink a, think a, vulture
This ain't for the culture, this for crime, I'll be the culprit
I roll with Bill Nye,
dye)
If you wanna braid your hair like Willie
For your yearbook picture at school
If you wanna get married in Vegas
Then divorce a week later,
the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
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