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Different Schools (Prod. by Fratricide)
- My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics
- Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack kids
- My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars
- Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar
- My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study
- Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies
- My school birthed icons and legends of the game
- Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H
- Hip Hops dead, Nas hit the nail on the head, a perfect metaphor
- Now kids poppin Oxy 80s simply because their head is sore
- We went from Rakim, Jada and Outkast, some humbling shit
- To "Lil this" and "Lil that", some incoherent mumbling bitch
- We shouted "we don't love them hoes" while lighting up swishers
- Y'all showing love to these hoes and straight wifing up strippers
- We hustled hard, hitting the corner and sell it by the gram
- Y'all just sit back, netflix n chill and then tell it on the 'Gram
- Our idols fell victim to shots of the East vs West coast explosions
- Your idols fell victim to their own hand, lean and heroin overdoses
- My school raised men, dropping verses for respect and a payroll
- Your school raised boys, muttering bullshit for the hope to play trolls
- We had 16s that sparked thought and empowered a movement
- Sure we slipped at times but got up and just counted our bruises
- These fuckin kids too coward to do it, mumbles never get heard
- They let the beat speak for 'em, might as well completely sever the words
- My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics
- Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack kids
- My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars
- Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar
- My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study
- Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies
- My school birthed icons and legends of the game
- Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H
- Shit used to go hard, from Compton to the land of the Boogie (Bronx)
- Philly to South Beach, wrong move forever damaged a rookie
- Skinny jeans n blouses turned these so called men into pussies
- Fuck a Louis Vuitton, I'm Gucci rockin my Champion hoody
- And Timberland boots, signs of the decayed Golden Age
- So enraged, knowing our pioneers would be so ashamed
- The frozen plane of existence we live in, only noticing fame
- Skills been deemed irrelevant, made the game hopeless n lame
- We should all know the feelin of losing the greatest coalition
- All the top 10 artists who never even sold a million
- Lyrics with a message and a cause to defend
- Sadly now it's all lost and been brought to an end
- Left to ask why? how and when? As we swallow chagrin
- And watch the new school sell souls to follow a trend
- Went from wordsmiths, masters of craftin a scheme
- To worshipping faggots, smack addicts and fiends (see)
- My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics
- Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack kids
- My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars
- Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar
- My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study
- Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies
- My school birthed icons and legends of the game
- Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H
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