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Blue Scholars
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Blue School
Microphone check, microphone check
I'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create
Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate the danger associated with strangers
Isn't it strange how we estrange ourselves from our neighbor?
Enables us through music to connect, releasing fluids in our neck
With the rhythmic forward movement of our heads and back again
Indeed as we succeed the pioneers
Maybe give back all that we've been taking through the years
I bleed, for what I believe to be the truth,
nurturing the seed planted in the fertile youth
The poetry, hangin' from the branches be the fruit
Pluck the most succulent, and suck upon the juice
So what's up with you, frequently they ask
Been hibernating writin' till the last page cypherin' the past days by
Bypassing the lies and the bullshit
Get up off the mic, and save it for the pulpit
In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)
I'm an exile, motherland stepchild,
metropolis dwellin' middle America's prisoner of war
Combat the paper till the blankness is gone
Listen now, talk about the beat after the song
Astronomical, cause that is just a modest measurement
Of my ability to represent my family correct because I be about it,
Ain't no other way to say it
discovered my potential when I stayed late to tape it
in the basement with an ancient karaoke stereo in lieu of a studio,
we made do with everythin' layin around,
and if I'm not mistaken isn't that improvisation what hip-hop is all about
if you poppin at the lip then I will sock you in the mouth
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sonically to render you the opposite of loud
apology accepted in advance, I think it's kinda cool at one point
that you thought you had a chance
In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)
A veteran's fate written on pages of mixed tapes
I'm all about a government that citizens dictate
Sick of fuckin' dealin' with the president's mistakes
To sit back and rant is just misplaced anger
So I cradle, pens, from now until the fable ends
Takin' friends for granted, but now I've got to make amends
Callin out the big talk small walkin' cowards
High above the ground yo we shakin down your towers
And demandin our money back, plus reimbursement
For parkin and shit, I put my heart in this shit
And all my arteries connect to the amplifier wire,
Music make the flames in my inner fire higher
I reinvent the language in the image of a dancer
Contorting where the floor becomes an answer
Blue school graduate dog, after this last verse
When the revolution comes we gonna shoot your ass first
In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)
..Class is in session. Ask us a question, give a suggestion, yo... strap for protection. Whatever you do
whatever you say, step up front. Be good at what you do.
At least be good at something. Writing, reading, producing, DJing, umm, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, something. Learn an art, a trade, be somebody.
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