Freddie Gibbs, Black Thought, Madlib, Yasiin Bey - Education lyrics

Ooh Maisha T
Aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai
Education

They go in one way, they come out crazy
Peace preparatory school
Emperors and conquerors
Pharaohs and followers
Goblins and monsterers
Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools
The bones of the innocent is
Buckles on they boots the jail overcrowded
They emptied out the school
See the devil twitchin'
Ears itchin' from the truth
Strange fruit, cyanide, soufflé, and soup
It's tasty for a few and
Murder for the group
A dead-end street with a lemonade stand
Where is the sky in upside down land?
That question is hard if you
Can't see the stars
I'm really not sure, ask me tomorrow
I may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before
I start a fire or a fight
Or both, but nah, son, I couldn't just chill
Everybody gigglin'
That kid was gettin' killed
And I knew when I stood they would turn on me
And I don't need no more
Trouble with my sleep
So I did what I did and that's what it is
Tell the sheriff and the deputy
I don't give a fick
Tell my mama and my kin and
All of y'all and them, it's like this
Get free and stay sick and that's it
An education

Peace parishioners, onlookers, and listeners
Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous
Kids graduatin' from public
Schools and prisoners
Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous
Sent images of that family that got adopted
The president of some nonprofit's
Is out of pocket
I heard the world ending is trendin'
I tried to watch it
I focused on sinnin' when winnin'
Was not an option
The system we compete against is
Farm to table hand
Pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience
Encyclopedia, definition of greediness
Gluttony, please take heed of
Who you treaty with me, Freddie, Flaco
And Shot never forgot though
That Plymouth Rock landed on
Top of new Morocco
Couldn't see who was firin' shots
The shooter got low
And left a burnin' cross on the
Lawn just like a pothole i may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before
I start a fire or a fight
They sayin the six bands are
Higher for the flight
So I may be a hitman for hire for the night
If you're figurin' this man's maniacal
You're right bar codes on the wristband
It's not an oversight
They intentionally expand
Probably to extradite
If you wanna play blind
Just look straight into the light
The puppeteers playin' you for spite
And worldwide
What we're payin' is the price
And that's life an education

Wooden leather buck talk
China white with cut talk kane train
A ho could never put me in a Slut Walk
Education, trap-onomics, narcotic plug talk
My hands was right back in the birds
Soon as they took the 'cuffs off
Gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they
Gon' feed on a nigga
It's quite ironic how all this ice'll
Keep the heat on a nigga
My cousin beat me for a pack and
I put the beam on a nigga
And I don't gotta finesse the plug
Because I Deebo that nigga
Used to be peace and O's
Drop am opp like pop's stinky load
Last Friday hit by the pos
Too dope in the commode
Got off the stove and slowed my role
I'm in the mosque now
But I'll still serve you a
Baked potato Bobby Johnson style
You ain't lit
You litter like Trump Twitter feed
Black mobster shit
I'm more Melvin Willams than Genevieve's
Them fist fights had me swappin'
Blood with my enemies
You ain't from no set if you
Wasn't gangbangin' in Little League
I may not be here
I'm feelin' like I might just leave before
I start a fire or a fight
A million fuckin' dollars a
Year just won't suffice
Got a factor in that more bad
Habit's and the cost of life
Cost of life, uh we stay so high
That's why we can't come up
My credit score is zero
I'm still pullin' Ranges up
Them cash counters is counteractive
The paper cuts gas by a pump like
When Dominque used to lace some up
I changed it up
I pray the streets don't take
What's left of me
Drugs for the free, soul sold separately
Education