Blue Scholars

Blue Scholars - Blue School

rate me

Microphone check, microphone check

I'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create

Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate the danger associated with strangers

Isn't it strange how we estrange ourselves from our neighbors?

Enables us through music to connect, releasing fluids in our neck

With the rhythmic forward movement of our heads and back again

Indeed as we succeed the pioneers

Maybe give back all that we've been taking through the years

I bleed, for what I believe to be the truth, nurturing the seed planted in the fertile youth

The poetry, hangin from the branches eat the fruit

Pluck the most succulent, and suck upon the juice

So whats up with you, frequently they ask

Been hibernating writin till the last page cypherin the past days by

Bypassing the lies and the bullshit

Get up off the mic, and save it for the ??bull hit??

It's the blue school, class is in session

Ask us a question, cause class is in session

[x4]

I'm an exile, motherland stepchild, metropolis dwellin middle Americas prisoner of war

Combat the paper till the blankness is gone

Listen now, talk about the beat after the song

Astronomical, cause that is just a modest measurement

Of my ability to represent my family correct because I be about it,

Aint no other way to say it

discovered my potential when I stayed late to tape it in the basement

with an ancient karaoke stereo in lieu of a studio, we made due with everythin

layin around, and if I'm not mistaken isn't that improvisation what hip-hop Is all about

if you poppin at the lip then I will sock you in the mouth

sonically to render you the opposite of loud

apology accepted in advance, I think its kinda cool at one point

that you thought you had a chance

It's the blue school, class is in session

Ask us a question, cause class is in session

[x4]

a veteran's fate written on pages of mixtapes

I'm all about a government that citizens dictate

Sick of fuckin dealin with the presidents mistakes

To sit back and rant is just misplaced anger

So I cradle, pens, from now until the fable ends

Taken friends for granted, but now I've got to make amends

Callin out the big talk small walkin cowards

High above the ground yo we shakin out your tower

And demandin our money back, plus reimbursement

For parkin and shit, I put my heart in this shit

Yo my arteries connect to the amplifier wire,

Music make the flames in my inner fire higher

I reinvent the language in the image of a dancer

Contorting where the floor becomes an answer

Blue school graduate dog, after this last verse

When the revolution comes we're gonna shoot your ass first

It's the blue school, class is in session

Ask us a question, cause class is in session

[x4]

..strapped for protection, whatever you do

whatever you say, step up front. Be good at what you do.

At least be good at something. Writing, reading, producing, DJing, umm, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, something. Learn an art, a trade, be somebody.

hello

r u there

Thanks to starfoxx77 for these lyrics

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