Lyrics:
generation
A different set of rules
We'll start with TV stations
The radios and schools
Just try to have some fun
And don't get caught
We'll capture
rape
Folks was really into that shit y'knowhatI'msayin?
Vintage old school rap, y'know?
A beautiful night, for a kill (a kill, for a kill)
Hey you!
Do you remember me?
I used to sit next to you at school
We indulged in all the extra-curricular activities
We weren't particularly cool
Hey you!
Do you remember me
I used to sit next to you at school
We indulged in all the extra-curricular activites
We weren't particularly cool
at the back door
With "Boy thought I told you not to go outside"
Trying your best to bring the water to your eyes
Thinking it might stop her from whooping
so the hoes didn't bother
I was going to school, wearing clothes from my Father
Had to post up with the stickers, that a stigmata?
If you don't
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high
School
Never going, never showing up
The people went to arty school
They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
In my brain I rearrange
The letters on the page
To spell your name
stopped by no ref
Chasin' that bag 'til I'm all out of breath
You would've thought I was Ye on the West
Louis Vuitton on my bulletproof vest
I got good food
had the power to make you crawl for him
I thought you was a doctor, be on call for him
Smacked you down 'cause he said you was too tall for him, huh
it seems
Making my way downtown through the haze
Making my way downtown through the maze
I thought I'd figured out how to change
But you never change
across it
While everybody happily applauds it
Tell me what caused it
Was it Monroe High? That's where I went to school at
All the black kids said I was
The supervillain get kicked out your country
And said the Plege of Allegiance six times monthly
He ain't hardly go to school
Been known to rock
sign you
Don't do that OPM thought you knew that
J Phresh got some bitches he calling me like where you at?
Tell 'em we on the way with bottles, weed,
tortured and amazed
By how Daivd always got the answers right
Now later on, I knew this guy,
He was in high school I think
Had lots of friends and was
mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees
[Verse 1]
Adams
I heard justice was blind when Uncle Sam fucked her
I heard she came when he whispered he loved her
Young and naieve she thought
always got away
(Rewind)Where did you go?
(Rewind)Where are you now?
(Rewind)I thought the world could not tear us apart
Our youth was filled with
to a letter
And momma's goodbye in her ears
She watched as her high school faded behind her
And the house with the white picket fence
Then she read
deep thoughts can resort
In a tortured brain
I'm from the school of hard knocks
You man weren't schooled the same
Don't Run-DMC, don't walk this way
Too
here's a lager, yours is O'Doul’s
These are from the untold rules
Of the old school it’s like a woolah what it
Do to one’s medulla oblongata
Revenge
College educate medical school
Specialised in pscyho-
Psycho mental disorders, brilliant mind
Smart! Get him in here
Who are you? Who sent you? Sent
(AK-47)
Wherever you from, you will get hated the most
That's a fact
You know, you have haters who, who was in school with you
And, and they mad
(skrrt)
Workin' 9 to 5 and she tryna finish school (yeah)
I bring the table to the table, nigga, why would I need you? (the fuck?)
It's givin' boss
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