free Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait all the more regard your past School gates remind us of our class
Superior and another inferior Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned Everywhere is war, me say war That until there are no longer first class And second class
, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
see who could correctly guess the number Of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize That's right, a first class
I'm just bein' real I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret We ain't first class citizens and we ain't second either Need to
father identifyin' his child from a photo of the plan, with his brains blown out now. Lets rewind to where it all took place, started off in math class
scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class
doin fine. Oh word? What's your name? Rayshel. Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the BUCK BANG! Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
break it down Make da money rain (do it) Bout to shut da club down Swagg(swaggin gucci belt gucci bag Gucci bandana (dana) White and red painted in .....no antenna Iscore 1 beta Birdwalk no feather New whip pink slip Neva play second
la Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second
is a storm You coming with me and we'll get to the shore This is hardcore my brother, I got to live for this I got a love fo' Oorah! Class five-five
babysitter I beg yo pardon, I've been pimpin' since Kindygarten She had the nicest boobies and remind me of Dolly Parton My First grade teacher bought my first set of markers My Second
for when it's playtime I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra
We know you've heard this beat many, many times But we bet you've never heard it with such a vicious rhyme A rhyme with class and plenty of clout To show
time has flown And they say time is of the essence But what if their clock is wrong? But all my problems will be second And all my worries will be gone
girl in the class to show me her knockers Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail Rhymes still written well hold court in the street Never sit in the cell for a second
In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war
my card I get frequent flyer mileage And a booklet of upgrades So next time I visit the third world I won't have to fly second class The people's revolution