| Verse One //
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| Yo', I was a class clown, school joker, teasing Miss Stoker /
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| in registration, cards lined up like its poker /
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| thirty minutes is over, first lesson of the day has started /
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| some pupils chill at the back acting retarded /
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| I was much more than able,
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| but soon the teachers labelled me
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| «the student that’s responsible for banging on the table» /
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| tried to take my skills further, made some joints you never heard a',
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| with the same Strappa Treese mentioned in Klashnekoff’s «Murder» /
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| it’s lunchtime, I grab a burger from the women that would serve ya' /
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| I was a keen observer of the honest and the purgers /
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| some of my lessons had my textbook straight wordless /
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| history was like punishment, I felt «I don’t deserve this» /
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| I wont die trying it, I guess I wasn’t Curtis /
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| and no I wasn’t nervous, it just didn’t serve a purpose /
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| this isn’t criticism of the education service (echo)
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| (scratching) Come follow we on this journey / Kickin' it in the back of the
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| school
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| Verse Two //
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| Yo', my year group had nearly two hundred students /
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| some of them were so stupid and some of them were so prudent /
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| and nobody was famous but neither was someone nameless
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| and mos def, no one was blameless /
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| so kids just like Mark Defraitas were accused of the latest /
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| like dissin' somebody’s trainers /
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| and that could cause a fight in a place that we call «Las' Vegas» /
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| in the street now, punks jump up to get beat down /
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| would you believe there was referee for each round? |
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| And that was like an everyday thing /
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| where your reputation stood on whether you could really win /
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| I was the opposite of Michael, weren’t no lover, was a fighter /
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| so in school I got my tooth chipped in a brawl with Leon Tyghter /
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| Derek would spark a lighter and if he permits /
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| he’d let you join a conversation bout' who had the biggest tits /
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| and that included the teachers, some gave up on trying to reach us /
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| looking down on some students like we some pitiful creatures but we kings
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| Verse Three //
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| I had a lot of respect for Chris Wilson, Steve Gallagher /
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| the two teachers who understood my calibre /
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| my timetable calendar, I wish it would start with my favourite lessons,
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| that’s music and drama and art /
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| I’m so creative, that’s why I did my best and I thought hard /
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| so I could get an A at the top of my report card /
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| yeah I was kind of smart but never nerdy /
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| I would love to tell you more but now the time is three thirty so I’m out…
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| we kings (echo) |