I'm too kool to go to skool [4x]

[Hook]

My pencils push blunts

Rubber erased last month

My professors on my nuts

Cause I just don’t give a fuck!

-I'm tooo kool to go to skool [4x]

Fuck ya composition

My thoughts are non-written

Mister rap-e-matician

Just made a new livin'

-I'm tooo kool to go to skool [4x]

[Verse 1]

Sittin' in a lecture halll -

Askin’ what the fuck this is?

Teacher's tryin’ to test us all

But I don't really give a shit

Huh?

I dont really give a shit

Rather try to make a hit and make it hit

Like take a hit (cough)

Watch me make the statement fit

(whats he talkin' about?)

This ain't recess - I ain't playin’

I’m not preaching - I'm just sayin’

Believe in what I'm speakin'

My syntax got a sequence

Education - need it

Give it - like its leakin' -

Love what you do - enjoy the entertainment

Make your own makin' - stop the finger blamin'

Got in A in playing hookie

Jersey Shorin' with no Snookie

Chips a hoyin' with no cookie

Wanna find me? Ask the bookie

You wanna duel us? You lookin’ foolishhhh

I’m doin laps around ya ass in a schoolbus

You think you sharp too? check my physical

You think you that dude? ask my fuckin' principal

[Hook]

[Break]

Renegade with a spear

They say what you wanna hear

Might as well join the fun

And make a god damn career

Put in my 10 cents

These other prints counter fit

Stuck on luck countin’ shit

My music has no amount to it

I swear I make it look

Easy as reading books

But people don’t read anymore

They learn from the look

Might as well bet everything we coulda’ get

And mothafuck the game

Leave it lookin' - like Oedipus Rex

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Living room life-style in the fuckin' studio (I LOVE IT)

You know how the movies go?

Well this is how the movement go

Move or abort hard

The Zoo we sport hard

Making singles by the day

You stuck on A's on a report card

To be particular

My arts particular and

School just became

An extra curricular

It ain’t a damn thang - just black cards

First frat star - to be a fuckin rap star

Movin’ quick now - these other dummies crash hard

Burnnin’ through more rubber than a mothafukin' nascar

Wait hold up a nascar??

Hell yeahh a nascar (vroom vrooom!) Nas car?!

Watch as I pass ya’ll

You got the ball? I think you fumbled it

You got bars?? I think you mumble them

You got bitches? They chillin on my jungle gym

With they otha otha friends - makin’ otha otha ends