Postmen - curriculum lyrics

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<b>curriculum</b> by <i>Postmen</i><br />I pump fear in your eighty-five shadylife soundscans

Cover underground standing up and down land

The type that hold the mic and disco all night

The way I shine I inspire the light

Up in the docks banging snow-white

Playing my cards and holding aces

Your rhyme-styles are standard I'm more basement

To keep fans crying and waiting my name is written over pavement

When I die I'm gonna be all statement

Count me in for whatever it brings

Cut the pie take the slice kid whatever it brings

My life dedicated to God word to my mother

If you disrespect her you soon soon discover

Haters get punished or rubbished we are overcomers

Stretch rap video act chopper the hummers

Unemployed hoodrats become diplomats from the streets

Cause now we earn money by teaching over beats the city sleeps

Only if time dies I'm feeling this

It's obvious that money talks louder than any communist

My motivation is to struggle and my puzzle is deep

Scramble the pieces when I was weak

My innocence kept me on second level environments

Driven by ignorance but its past things you see

This thug nigga for life you wanna be this is where we live

Nigga are catching cold where the heat is

My speakers are where the street is

I'm keeping all my dogs posted by using telekinesis

(Ganza)

Guns on vinyl CD's tapes plus it gotta face haters on flyers

They are tired of seeing us gain

Some declared war based on their own fuck-ups thinking they know me

Behind the smile your labeled phoney don't let them know who's your tenderoni

You on top they cock block what never done heard of that pump diesel

Go against us we burn tiers leave tracks of bad memories

Stretched across your empire

Here y'all talking while we sparking more like lying

That nosy critic dissin´ the product he should be buying

Rap gets any nigga facts with no money in the pockets

Swinging like Dirk Diggler boogie back for them dockers

You entertain lame I know the game it's far from a noteblock

Just do your public relations and chill until the bomb drops

Niggas bought Timbs do-rags now they are thug-o-saurus wrecks

Fuck that nigga calling my phone making death threats

You can rock twenty backpacks all at the same time

Or do some windmills on the floor while throwing up some outlines

Or you could drop a rhyme while you’ll be backspinning on two broke

Gemini’s, I don’t care, cause none of y’all is fucking with mine

I redefine E-life, born to be trifle

You will cram to understand that I will die as E-grand

Ridiculous land, curriculum is written on mic-stands

What you think I just reached out and shit just fell up in my hands

You side swing; I will be foul like Don King

Put one and one together, Eleven beyond things

Why you stress it, I will grab this mic and bless it

I stand tall like a sphinx in Sinai desert

We turn Neanderthal and fire arms, come out unharmed

While you niggers acting like bitches and sound the alarm

Tripwire shit, you’re not suppose to play with them guns

Protect my funds, check the resume…

Who done and wet those, you're still a silhouette

Guns did explore for the ghettos

Where villains turn rappers and killing rascals

Miraculous use of guns at the club shooting let the bullet travel

Those who run seduce the level we on

Beyond management my flair of elegance

Intelligence it ain't relevant that's how we mix with them

My curriculum did speak extravagant

We cause what'll never be yours I fear non of them

Unload six guns on them watch them go for the floor

We talk big guns business for y´all lying rapflow with balls

While you're dickless holding yours watch me strip them

We flip pictures throw bricks on them smash till I'm rich with them

Lyrics I'm sick with them major I politic with them

My peoples hold dick with them stick with them `till the end

Where only the realest can rely on the fact they gunmen curriculum.

Curriculum be killing em softly

Its ripping em often hard you a softy

some balsy rapper with nerves to alarm we

You serve we hardly use words to smack you back first

From where it starts it ends with no attempt to tempt us

To let off relentless you ment us in segments of patterns of rhymes

I recong cant hate what regulates a revolutionary weapon

When years turn month's week days hours minutes to seconds

Y'all checking so effectively it landed where we planned it to happen

Restacking for more no superstar status struck caught of balance

Liable to lose talent when fans turn violent and silently start wildin´

Ignore you on the tours you used to pack no echo in silence

That's why I never follow hype cause when its right I swing left

With the science if a lion when a rip it to death

Becomes niggas who confuse us for a here gone tomorrow

Tears turn to sorrow you want us we're here.