[Verse 1]
Now, in my younger days as a pupil
A bright eyed menace to the faculty
Without scruple spent
Many a morning outside the office
See I showed promise but my focused wandered
In all sorts of strife I would find myself
I could've gone far if I applied myself
Kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard
Leaning on my chair throwing smart alec back talk
A lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble
But it also got me out of a lot, more
See I could play their game of high marks and top scores
Or make a fine art out of the Skylark
And what's more
I had more days off than I had on
I was more concerned with what I had on
Stacked shitty report cards as my platform
N***a, higher than If I had've gone
(So what they say?)
They said if I put as much time as I did into sketching
Into etching that a worthwhile direction
I would learn my lessons
And learn to not question
To fill my desk with tags before the test ends
Test, testing, I'd be out of there in two flat
Tie my shoes and be back on my sh (Like a library)
So I'm'a tell you what my teacher told me
Pay attention or you're gonna be f'd

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Now their finally saying A
See we break from your regular views
We interupting
In all great actors there lies disruptions
It's no time to tow the party line
It's no time to tow the party line

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
See everybody 'round me broke boundaries
We got up, cause we ain't down with the powers that be
We fed up, see everything ain't always how it seems
So I ain't sporting every thought that's handed down to me
Yo, we ain't no fuck the five-0 type
But still I question them, like they know something I don't
I learnt a lot from raising my hand
But learnt more from the writers
And trying not to get jumped on the ride home (Right on)
Quick question, if everybody too shit scared to test them
How do we get the answers? How do we take it all
If we ain't taking the chances, but we don't break
Stay in our stance like break dancers
And I, stand for mine so I put it in my stanzas
Like Exile edition, stuck in the propaganda
Never leave nothing to chance
Nah, we flush your hush money
We're sick of being happy little campers
Somethings that my folks have given me
Thats why I put the scent of descent in my soliloquies
That's why, you won't catch me high-fiving the dignitaries
Gotta keep a close eye on the ministries
No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer
You must watch your back like your hanging with lawyers (Always)
The weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia
But keeping your mouth shut can destroy yah

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[Verse 3]
From the ghettos of war-torn Warsaw
To portfolios of Warhol screens and Miss Monroe
Jimi Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash
Jamaica to a Bronx basement and back
Graffiti task-force, year two thou' Clean Up The City Act
Saw hardcore writers, hit harder than before
The Rum Rebellion, the B.L.F and more
Any change brought forth from disruptive thoughts
See at the heart of creativity lies a disrupted
Disregard, for the way that things are done
From the way that things look
The way that things sound
The way that the world is run
And it's the same spark
Same part of the mind that hears music different
That colours outside of the lines, that answers back
That overthrows governments
And it's inside each and every one of us

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