the one baby I loved you so I gotta Give you up what I'm tryna say is I... (Gotta let you go) {Gotta... Let You Go Listen! } [Bridge:] Walkin' in school
the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano
wet lips get near then...[Boo Yaaw] Skin parts start disappearin' Earlobes get chewed up Hennessy poured in two cups Downtown is looking delicious audio schooled
you're dirty, then go take a bath And doowutchyalike Stetsasonics, adjust for the hip hop fans And since we're not your average everyday rap band Yo, Piano
Yo, now how it feel? Yo [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano
profit? The game is where I loose my soul How many options did I have before I choose this roll? Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes Live
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
shutters Give me my turkey pass Tradin' chops sticks with the hooligans Snakes are in a submarine I'll never go to school again I stole you a Porsche '
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
arrow oh they mad cause i Shyne like Jamal Barrow and they say im so proud but im like i know i do this thing nobly like Manu ten I know, grand like piano
The things you did and didn't do Would someday define you The things you hate the most The lessons on piano The books you read in Sunday school I swear
Mom and Dad were reading in the den Mom said, "I'm gonna go to bed, it's late" She went to the kitchen to make three school lunches Another night in a
shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California I'm just anxious to whoop some ass I went to high school, but I flunked
't know what I will or I won't do This ain't business, this is personal bitch You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed I had a very
Taylor: I actually this this is kinda strange but I actually came up with the melody and ideas for this song in math class in my freshman year of high school
heard this Yo hipster throw a scratch To cover my phsyical you need six feet of tape like IMAX So you can get the clear picture I'm old school with new
