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some Mc's holdin some serious lyrical weight
wreckin krew is a group of MC's outta toronto, we're 17, jus ryhmin till we make it...the main lyricists are ruff rawks and neutral ethics.
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Peak #4,979
Peak in subgenre #2,735
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Neutral Ethics
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July 04, 2003
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Lyrics
Aiyo, Academically I wasn't meant to be essentially
Put in this confined penitentiary especially
Since I can't make it as a lawyer or a dentist
A non school apprentice, with no future essence
Aiyo I'm always stressing about how I'm gonna make it
If all the world does is just degrade rap and hate it
But wait a, second, how I'll be expressin this lyrical lesson
That will leave the teachers impressed and
It's weak and depressin, how these people battle me
Sayin I'm doomed, when my idol makes ten times your salary
So bring your cavalry, get your mark books I'll bring my mic stick
I'll get and A cuz when I spit you like it
Ya I'm a white kid, at least I'm not black
Cuz blacks started rap and rap encourages crack
Forget that! God bless Grand Master Flash and Will Smith
Cuz twenty some on years later rap music’s still sick
And I find it funny, the way you say to make money
When I'm just a little dummy who's life will end up crummy
Run to my mommy, she wouldn't help me if I asked
I'm gonna fail in life cuz I didn't pass my math class
But at last I found my gift and I'm bound to use it
I found the music, and now my sound will prove it
What now it's stupid? I thought you said that I could do it
If I put my mind to it, I had a dream but now it's ruined
That's foolish, I'll do it whether I pass or fail
While I'm rippin shows on stage you'll be in class at Yale
If I asked Ms. Gale if raps a job option
She wouldn't know, cuz raps not a class that your taught in
I'm blockin, my chance, to merge with all society
But try and seethe skills that will appear from down inside of me
It's fine for me to do jack in class
There's no point to study, cuz buddy really what’s the chance I'll pass
If rap was a scent you couldn't only take half a whiff
Cuz rap takes practice to realise you have a gift
I'm bad at this, not rhymes education I mean
I got my parents mad because I'm waistin their dream
Just face it your mean you beat me down for my passion, and my fashion
To you I'm a loser because I'm rappin
You think I'm actin, the time has come to make a difference
To put my love for rap before school you ain't listenin
You just dissin and wishin that my dream will never make it
I may as well be naked if you got the right to take it
Cuz rap is all I got, it's all I'll ever have
It's the substitute for the feelings that I never had
I'd treasure that if I went to University
I'd skip class with MC's who'd rehearse a verse with me
I'd do it purposely so I could work on things that mattered
Not just to get a degree to tell some one and feel flattered
I feel battered when you rattle me with education
I write for reasons just think of all the lead your waistin
And all the bread your savin, will go so frantically
Because you get romantically wrapped and start a family
I know the man in me admits fames a fantasy
But I plan to be the MC who's completely panic free
Imagine me as raps brand new employee
My jobs to spit the truth and your jobs to be annoying
And keep destroying, all the passions that you don't agree with
I don't believe it that you don't got the eyes to see it
I wanna free it to the Humberside community
Cuz your soon to see that rap gives me all my unity
I'm doomed indeed? Let me make that decision
I takes wack precision to create raps with rhythm
In math I'm timid, there's no defining bright light
So go bash on someone else because rhymins my life
This song is dedicated to Chantel Gionet, and to tell her I'm gonna make it whether you like it or not.
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