Lyrics

[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 Nigga, 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 [Hook x2] 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 [Hook x2] [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 [Hook x2]