Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curriculum, artist - Postmen
Date of issue: 15.02.2001
Song language: English
Curriculum |
I pump fear in your eighty-five shadylife soundscans |
Cover underground standing up and down land |
The type that hold the mic and disco all night |
The way I shine I inspire the light |
Up in the docks banging snow-white |
Playing my cards and holding aces |
Your rhyme-styles are standard I’m more basement |
To keep fans crying and waiting my name is written over pavement |
When I die I’m gonna be all statement |
Count me in for whatever it brings |
Cut the pie take the slice kid whatever it brings |
My life dedicated to God word to my mother |
If you disrespect her you soon soon discover |
Haters get punished or rubbished we are overcomers |
Stretch rap video act chopper the hummers |
(U-Niq) |
Unemployed hoodrats become diplomats from the streets |
Cause now we earn money by teaching over beats the city sleeps |
Only if time dies I’m feeling this |
It’s obvious that money talks louder than any communist |
My motivation is to struggle and my puzzle is deep |
Scramble the pieces when I was weak |
My innocence kept me on second level environments |
Driven by ignorance but its past things you see |
This thug nigga for life you wanna be this is where we live |
Nigga are catching cold where the heat is |
My speakers are where the street is |
I’m keeping all my dogs posted by using telekinesis |
(Ganza) |
Guns on vinyl CD’s tapes plus it gotta face haters on flyers |
They are tired of seeing us gain |
Some declared war based on their own f*ck-ups thinking they know me |
Behind the smile your labeled phoney don’t let them know who’s your tenderoni |
You on top they cock block what never done heard of that pump diesel |
Go against us we burn tiers leave tracks of bad memories |
Stretched across your empire |
Here y’all talking while we sparking more like lying |
That nosy critic dissin the product he should be buying |
Rap gets any nigga facts with no money in the pockets |
Swinging like Dirk Diggler boogie back for them dockers |
You entertain lame I know the game it’s far from a noteblock |
Just do your public relations and chill until the bomb drops |
Niggas bought Timbs do-rags now they are thug-o-saurus wrecks |
F*ck that nigga calling my phone making death threats |
You can rock twenty backpacks all at the same time |
Or do some windmills on the floor while throwing up some outlines |
Or you could drop a rhyme while youll be backspinning on two broke |
Geminis, I dont care, cause none of yall is f*cking with mine |
I redefine E-life, born to be trifle |
You will cram to understand that I will die as E-grand |
Ridiculous land, curriculum is written on mic-stands |
What you think I just reached out and shit just fell up in my hands |
You side swing; |
I will be foul like Don King |
Put one and one together, Eleven beyond things |
Why you stress it, I will grab this mic and bless it |
I stand tall like a sphinx in Sinai desert |
We turn Neanderthal and fire arms, come out unharmed |
While you niggers acting like bitches and sound the alarm |
Tripwire shit, youre not suppose to play with them guns |
Protect my funds, check the resume |
(Mis) |
Who done and wet those, you’re still a silhouette |
Guns did explore for the ghettos |
Where villains turn rappers and killing rascals |
Miraculous use of guns at the club shooting let the bullet travel |
Those who run seduce the level we on |
Beyond management my flair of elegance |
Intelligence it ain’t relevant that’s how we mix with them |
My curriculum did speak extravagant |
We cause what’ll never be yours I fear non of them |
Unload six guns on them watch them go for the floor |
We talk big guns business for yall lying rapflow with balls |
While you’re dickless holding yours watch me strip them |
We flip pictures throw bricks on them smash till I’m rich with them |
Lyrics I’m sick with them major I politic with them |
My peoples hold dick with them stick with them `till the end |
Where only the realest can rely on the fact they gunmen curriculum |
(Shy) |
Curriculum be killing em softly |
Its ripping em often hard you a softy |
Some balsy rapper with nerves to alarm we |
You serve we hardly use words to smack you back first |
From where it starts it ends with no attempt to tempt us |
To let off relentless you ment us in segments of patterns of rhymes |
I recong can’t hate what regulates a revolutionary weapon |
When years turn month’s week days hours minutes to seconds |
Y’all checking so effectively it landed where we planned it to happen |
Restacking for more no superstar status struck caught of balance |
Liable to lose talent when fans turn violent and silently start wildin |
Ignore you on the tours you used to pack no echo in silence |
That’s why I never follow hype cause when its right I swing left |
With the science if a lion when a rip it to death |
Becomes niggas who confuse us for a here gone tomorrow |
Tears turn to sorrow you want us we’re here |