[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

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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

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[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

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