Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Curriculum , by - PostmenRelease date: 15.02.2001
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Curriculum , by - PostmenCurriculum |
| 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 |
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|---|---|
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| Fever | 2001 |
| If U | 2001 |
| Live It Up | 2001 |
| Life on the Line | 2001 |
| Long Way | 2001 |