Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song School, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
School |
| What are you doing home from school so early? |
| You shouldn’t be back for another two hours |
| Now answer me… what are you doing home? |
| (I got suspended) Suspended? |
| For what? |
| (Nothing) A good student like you, don’t get suspended for nothing |
| Now why were you sent home? |
| (Cuz I’m black!) |
| Bangin’on the lunchroom table, I used to spectate |
| And watch some of the M.C. |
| greats |
| Throw verses back and forth, I didn’t have the heart to step forth |
| I used to take it home to write some of my own |
| But still I wasn’t ready to touch the mic-phone |
| The back staircases of school was filled with blunt residue |
| A broken lightbulb and the crew, a man or two |
| Bangin’on the wall while a few M.C.'s, shoot the breeze |
| I’m just passin’through, I might’ve took two off the trees |
| We fiend for this hip hop quarantine |
| Listen out for the walkie talkies of the Dean (security coming…) |
| Bododo. |
| school! |
| Sat in the back of the class with my hand up Two wild security guards, grabbed my man up Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension |
| Cuz he said, the teacher was lyin about the Indians |
| Tryin to dumb us with the story of Columbus |
| And brain-numb us, when all you see, that came from us They copy-carvin, I learned about God and |
| Taggin Wu logo on the book margin |
| Intense like a New York riot, she stood quiet |
| And asked me, could she speak to me in private |
| (Mr. Diggs, you actin’like a fool…) Huh? |
| (You know these rules that we have in these schools) Yeah. |
| (You and your friends think ya’ll cool) Why? |
| (Cuz ya’ll walk through these halls with the 12 jewels) |
| Phat shoe laces and tri-colored sneakers |
| I stood like a man then I questioned my teacher |
| Why don’t we speak about the wisdom of the sages? |
| And how did Europe black out in the dark ages? |
| And when they got light did they white-wash the pages? |
| And the inquisition, why was Christian thrown in cages? |
| And why wuld they try to destroy the nation? |
| With their birth control and bring control floridation? |
| And why it seems that half the school is racist? |
| She said «Diggs, to the office!"We about faces. |
| Handed my paper with the proper title |
| Who wrote the holy Koran or Bible? |
| Bein’that person with the scent ability |
| Makes me responsible for the uncivil |
| The next morning as I entered the building |
| A cypher goin’on and the Gods is building |
| My hot chocolate spillin', after 5th period |
| Let’s cut out, go bag some chicks up at Tilden |
| Wonderful had the rental, «Nobody Beats the Biz» |
| Instrumental, attractin’a few |
| Nothin’really poppin', let’s slide to Clara Barton |
| Bumped into a few good brothers from Morgas Martin |
| Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks |
| That’ll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed |
| I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need |
| Mary Burtrum, Julia Richmond, is it fashion? |
| Elijah Whitney sing the song with me Sisters from Washington Irv. |
| swing a arm |
| Brothers in death, pull the fire alarm |
| Rude ones flow rapness, Western House money makers |
| Maxwell thunder hip shakers. |
| They not on my level, but I can sit with the O.G.'s from there |
| And make it major, youknowhatimean? |
| (That's what’s nigga) |
| Right, but, we not doing that until we get this business settled |
| And even while we doing that, we try’nna get the Wu-Tang niggaz |
| Cuz I love them niggaz, I feel as though |
| They represent the east coast, how we represent the west coast |
| And I love them… *echoes* |