School’s In (Remix)

Lyrics

Yeah y'all Yeah, yeah y'all Check it out now (Take your seat, class is in session) School's in That's right Get your pens ready Go back to the drawing board [Verse 1] Who got the nerve ta write some shit that you can swerve ta Over tracks so phat their nicknamed Big Bertha? It's probably the kid that half your crews have never heard of Whose mind travels further than pussy, drugs, and murder So when you play the role of the Timeless inserter I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a Album full of ignorance that places an experience Before the reasons why for the sake of sounding fly But I grade your style without the curve 'cause you don't deserve ta Receive a grade that might let you build up the nerve ta Bite the rhyme that feeds you and needs you to listen My words are wet with crystal clear wisdom so they glisten And I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're missin' I'm rollin' with a mongoose 'cause snakes are steady hissin' To expose my flaws like salt in sores Since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours I'm the reason why this fluid is secretin' through your pores And your spinal cord won't let your fingers press pause My concepts lurk in the depths just like Jaws A predator of carnivores terrorizin' herbivores So in other words, naw, fuck the explanation See that's what the rewind's for so be patient 'Cause this is the direction that my pen should be draggin' To transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons [REFRAIN] J-Live with a mic is like a chef with a blade No doubt Man I'll cut ya like lumber {repeat x3} [Verse 2] You see somewhere in between the old school and the new school A master of the next school came to teach the now school 'Cause business class was steady playin' old tricks on new fools So everybody rocks jewels but can't nobody drop jewels One track minded, blinded, thinkin' only pop's cool Supply and demand rules replaced by A&R rules This scholar of the next school, he wasn't trying to hear that So principals and teachers abroad began to fear that If this guy makes an impact on the students that we played He'll end up having way too much control over their grades See grades will equal status for power so just like college They're so caught up in letter grades you skip the fuckin' knowledge See that's how music power shifts from listener to maker And that's why music maker shifts from listener to faker So when the listener graduates to be an artist He's still controlled by the principals because they're heartless See first they make you imitate another man's skill Now you use your power for another man's will Move the crowd's mental and they tell you sit still Move the crowd's pockets instead to get the bread That's what the students gathered from what the principal said They make you think the world bleeds green instead of red But class is in session now so all that shit is dead We're comin' through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head [REFRAIN] J-Live with a mic is like a chef with a blade No doubt Man I'll cut ya like lumber {repeat x3} [Verse 3] Wait a minute What the fuck does choppin' trees have to do with culinary That's the spirit, kid, analyze the lyrics From the moment that you hear it, see, 'cause most don't have the skill ta Utilize their ear's function as a bullshit filter So their brain gets clogged and congested by the time And the effort that's invested in illusion And by the time's definition of reality By the time you get the facts they're outnumbered in confusion So I come to get shit off my chest and up in ya And I come to make you feel at home with your power And I come to plant seeds of responsibility 'Cause I come harder than a sleeper's cold shower Refinin' and refreshing, reprimanding those who say They're representing by demanding clarity 'Cause when a mouthful don't equal an eyeful, an earful Sounds awful, word, at least that's how it seems to me So I lead by example in my soundproof room And the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof stage And my answers be ample in a packed classroom 'Cause my thoughts are reflected on an ink-filled page [REFRAIN] J-Live with a mic is like a chef with a blade No doubt Man I'll cut ya like lumber {repeat x3} {scratching}