[Tung Twista]
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back to school lets go back to school
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lets go lets go back to school to the oldschool
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[chorus 4x]
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lets go back to school to the old school
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to the times when the single file lines was the rule
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to the days that we had to study all the maps
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the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps
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the days when we used to have to wear the dunce caps
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and the days when we used to bust the oldschool raps
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sittin with your buddy studyin for ya test
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lookin back so that you see up under betty's dress
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couldnt wait for bells to ring so we can go to recess
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to kick the battle rhymes just to see who was the best
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there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade
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i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made
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but those seven rhymes we stole
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note the way your toning
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i gave the class a blast the way i smash my opponents
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battlin was serious they've all ducked the fist
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because i kick the funky fresh rhymes like fish
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try to swing but they miss they miss like this
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Rasheeda's on the monkey bars blowin me a kiss
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throwin rhymes back and forth on the see saw
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just to mess with him because i know that he saw
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winkin at Latrice because i know that she saw
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several suckas tried to push us down but we saw
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these are the days when the tounge used to rule
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recess is over lets go back to school
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[chorus]
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goin back to school like Rodney Dangerfield
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to the lunchroom where the cooks arrange a meal
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ate the sloppy joe where my friends copy so
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we can try to get more than emcees can flow
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the fun fun fun funky able fable
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i stake the style standin on the stable lunch table
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finish up the rhyme so i can pass it to the next
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throw em back and forth till we heard the bells flex
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left the lunchroom went to the gymnasium
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ut time to flow we call it a rap stadium
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throwin rhymes back and forth like a symphany
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i wanna start a battle so step to him for me
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the whylin got sensible because we saw the principal
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like grammar school somehow the principal's invicible
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shot a couple hoops the rims are called fruit loops
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and if you miss we say opps and leave the gym like troops
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single file line but we were still at the pool
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the day is over tommorrow back to school
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[chorus]
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after school im home with my mom she's pleased
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cuz rappin help me learn there were never F's and D's
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cuz when im spellin bees it would help me stand these
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didnt worry about freaks on the street sellin keys
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rock the streets beats from the mouth no tracks
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rhymes be simple bust on how they aint wack
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i walk into a battle say what we havin here
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back in them days i was called a cavalier
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me and baby used to flow the flows like food
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me and James Phillips used to rock the high schools
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me and Carl Tolta used to rock the neighborhood
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Don and Aviator used to show that they were good
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me and Johnny Love used to rock the rock parties
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and my brother Johnny kicks a dance to fade everybody
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me and kingdom rock used to rock the south blocks
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an empire of destruction had emcees on their jocks
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the past i have stated, they way we used to rule
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even though we graduated lets go back to school
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[chorus]
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Back 2 School
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Tung Twista |