Are you ready for it?
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We’re ready for it!
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Most of my teachers couldn’t teach me shit
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Chiefin in the locker room, smokin this real
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Oh why oh why oh why I have to take butch up?
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Instead of speakin French to the wind, dare I could not
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A lot of drug seekers, they couldn’t influence me
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They fluently spew it but you couldn’t do it influently
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So I learned culture
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Rock, is it rock n roll?
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Rock up that polka, walk on my poster
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So now I’m part of it, right now it’s the villain
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I learned a lot of shit but most with no feeling
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Someone scared of me but when I come in this
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People tell me but music lifts my spirit
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They’re writing on the walls, writing in my halls
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They take but it’s different, it’s not true or false
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But I am in the class, why you’re in here?
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You hate this place so then you must come in with me
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You’re in my head
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You’re mine til I’m dead
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I am my mother’s child
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I wish I knew what I know now
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I am my teacher’s favorite
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I made it and I don’t know how
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Are you ready for it?
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We’re ready for it!
|
|
Most of my teachers couldn’t teach me shit
|
Chiefin in the locker room, smokin this real
|
Oh why oh why oh why I have to take butch up?
|
Instead of speakin French to the wind, dare I could not
|
|
A lot of drug seekers, they couldn’t influence me
|
They fluently spew it but you couldn’t do it influently
|
So I learned culture
|
Rock, is it rock n roll?
|
Rock up that polka, walk on my poster
|
|
So now I’m part of it, right now it’s the villain
|
I learned a lot of shit but most with no feeling
|
Someone scared of me but when I come in this
|
People tell me but music lifts my spirit
|
|
They’re writing on the walls, writing in my halls
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They take but it’s different, it’s not true or false
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But I am in the class, why you’re in here?
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You hate this place so then you must come in with me
|
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You’re in my head
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You’re mine til I’m dead
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I am my mother’s child
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I wish I knew what I know now
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I am my teacher’s favorite
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I made it and I don’t know how
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First day is a bitch
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First day is a bitch
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Didn’t want to ditch
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Yea, teachin me shit
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I was born with the classes they gave me
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So I stole the books that I wanted
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And I taught myself to think different
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I’m the number one, independent
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Rather for the world, Tech T9ne
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Public School
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| Tech N9ne |
