Sixth Sense - Curriculum lyrics
[Sixth Sense - Curriculum lyrics]
My name's Mr eyedea
And I'll be you're teacher for this class
You're past pre MC school
You're with the big boys now
So you better bust that ass
It starts at some 6: 35
I'm gonna turn you little
Bitches into some MC's
That get live arrive wide awake
And ready to work
Sit with proper posture in your desk
Or you'll never be worth my energy twerp
(twerp)
Participation's 90% of your final grade
When the vinyl's played open your MC-ology
Book up to the title page
Look up to me as your idol
My recitals make students totally lose
It and become suicidal
Hey ya gotta come to class prepared
Pencil or pen I don't care
You square, you don't need
Schooling, fooled in
Step up I double dare ya
Here's your syllabus punk
Have your parents sign it
And 90 hours of freestyle is
Your first homework assignment
You wanna ditch? try it
("um 'scuse me?") bitch
Quiet when I'm speaking
Follow all these rules if you
Wanna learn about MC'ing
Speaking
"I dunno why he's so aggressive, I mean
I know there's a better way to like
Get across to your students than that
He's just so"
Man, I told you to be quiet
Can't you see I'm trying to school ya?
Gimmie the hand you hold the mic
With so I can smack
You with my ruler or spend
An hour after school
Handcuffed naked to two turntables while
Abilities takes his records and lashes you
You have an attitude, read chapter two
It has to do with aptitudes and skills
That's changed the way you
Feel this afternoon
Only one bathroom pass is issued a semester
So you better learn to control your bladder
Man add a tad of soul to you're flow
That's too slow that's too fast
You didn't enunciate at all in the
Last word in that paragraph stay on task!
And copy this word off the chalkboard-
It's pronounced "confidence"
Find yours and use it against the sophomores
Walk towards my desk
Pick up this next work sheet
You get a dismissal if you disrupt or disobey
You say you're thirsty? Well you have
To wait till you get home
And the only supplies you need for
This class is a rhymebook, headphones
And a pencil yo, now you're getting used to
Training the lyrical fitness
Everyone says I'm a good teacher
But they also say I'm one of the strictest
Got a room full of zombies, pay attention
Take your notes
Control your breath hold the
Mic close to mouth
Close your eyes, amplified, don't be
Scared, break a sweat, show a vein
After that cash'll attach it'self to your
Sack and you'll go insane
So you're lame now? well
You'll be crisper after this year
Just don't get punked at the lunch table
When kids say "you can't sit here"
You gotta have perfect attendance
So don't get suspended
And all that shit about trying
To be a rebel, man, end it
Or you'll have to write
Ten thousand sentences
Saying you appreciate me gratefully
Now how will that do for
Your reputation with the ladies?
Wipe the drool off the desktop either be
A teachers pet and get props
Or walk your wanna be MC ass to the bus stop
Go ahead
Drop out but I guarantee you'll be aggravated
When you're a thirty one year
Old bum thinking damn, i wish I graduated
It's a lot easier to go to
Bed at night then fuck up
And I'll be you're teacher for this class
You're past pre MC school
You're with the big boys now
So you better bust that ass
It starts at some 6: 35
I'm gonna turn you little
Bitches into some MC's
That get live arrive wide awake
And ready to work
Sit with proper posture in your desk
Or you'll never be worth my energy twerp
(twerp)
Participation's 90% of your final grade
When the vinyl's played open your MC-ology
Book up to the title page
Look up to me as your idol
My recitals make students totally lose
It and become suicidal
Hey ya gotta come to class prepared
Pencil or pen I don't care
You square, you don't need
Schooling, fooled in
Step up I double dare ya
Here's your syllabus punk
Have your parents sign it
And 90 hours of freestyle is
Your first homework assignment
You wanna ditch? try it
("um 'scuse me?") bitch
Quiet when I'm speaking
Follow all these rules if you
Wanna learn about MC'ing
Speaking
"I dunno why he's so aggressive, I mean
I know there's a better way to like
Get across to your students than that
He's just so"
Man, I told you to be quiet
Can't you see I'm trying to school ya?
Gimmie the hand you hold the mic
With so I can smack
You with my ruler or spend
An hour after school
Handcuffed naked to two turntables while
Abilities takes his records and lashes you
You have an attitude, read chapter two
It has to do with aptitudes and skills
That's changed the way you
Feel this afternoon
Only one bathroom pass is issued a semester
So you better learn to control your bladder
Man add a tad of soul to you're flow
That's too slow that's too fast
You didn't enunciate at all in the
Last word in that paragraph stay on task!
And copy this word off the chalkboard-
It's pronounced "confidence"
Find yours and use it against the sophomores
Walk towards my desk
Pick up this next work sheet
You get a dismissal if you disrupt or disobey
You say you're thirsty? Well you have
To wait till you get home
And the only supplies you need for
This class is a rhymebook, headphones
And a pencil yo, now you're getting used to
Training the lyrical fitness
Everyone says I'm a good teacher
But they also say I'm one of the strictest
Got a room full of zombies, pay attention
Take your notes
Control your breath hold the
Mic close to mouth
Close your eyes, amplified, don't be
Scared, break a sweat, show a vein
After that cash'll attach it'self to your
Sack and you'll go insane
So you're lame now? well
You'll be crisper after this year
Just don't get punked at the lunch table
When kids say "you can't sit here"
You gotta have perfect attendance
So don't get suspended
And all that shit about trying
To be a rebel, man, end it
Or you'll have to write
Ten thousand sentences
Saying you appreciate me gratefully
Now how will that do for
Your reputation with the ladies?
Wipe the drool off the desktop either be
A teachers pet and get props
Or walk your wanna be MC ass to the bus stop
Go ahead
Drop out but I guarantee you'll be aggravated
When you're a thirty one year
Old bum thinking damn, i wish I graduated
It's a lot easier to go to
Bed at night then fuck up