Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

to the voice registration system
of School University
universally
you have
hip hop
one two
for those don't know
in

who got the ta
write a jam you can swerve ta
over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big
It's probably the kid that half the crews never hearda
whose travels further
sex, drugs, and murder
so when you play the of the timeless inserter
I'm if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
full of ignorance
the is an experience
the reasons why
for the of sounding fly, but I
grade style without the curve
you don't deserve to
receive the grade that might let you build up the to
the rhyme that feeds you
I you to listen
my words are whet crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten
and I fill in the for all the answers that you're missing
I'm rolling the mongoose, cause snakes is steady hissing
to expose my flaws like in sores
since they cannot be reformed I kill 'em by the fours
so in other words, nah man, skip the
see that what the for, so be patient
Cause this is the that my pen should be draggin'
to transform your dollar into bandwagons

J-Live with the mic is like a chef a blade
no
man I cut ya like
(repeat)

you see in between the old school and the new school
a master of the school
came to the now school
Cause class was steady playing old tricks on new fools
so everybody rocks jewels, but can't drop jewels
one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only cool
supply & rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the school
who trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad to fear that
"If this guy makes an impact on the that we play,
they'll end up having way too much control over grades!"
see grades equal status for power, so just like college
so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge
See that's how knowledge switch from listener to maker
And that's why music maker switch from listener to
so when the graduates to be an artist
you still enslaved by the principles they're heartless
first they make you another man's skill
now you use your for another man's will
the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still
move the crowds pockets to get the bread
yeah what the students gather from what the principal said
they make you think the world bleeds instead of read
but class is in session now so all that stuff is
I'm coming through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your

J-Live the mic is like a chef with a blade
no
man I cut ya like
(repeat X 3)

"now wait a
what the hell does chopping trees have to do culinary?"
that's the kid, analyse the lyric
from the moment that you hear it, see, cause most don't the skill to
their ears' function as a garbage filter
so their brain gets and congested
by the time and the effort invested in illusion
and by the definition of reality
by the time you get the facts, outnumbered in confusion
so I come, to get shit off my and up in you
and I come, to you feel at home with your power
and I come, to plant of responsibility
I come, harder than a sleepless cold shower
refining and
reprimanding those who claim representing by demanding clarity
when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an earful sound awful
at least that's how it to me
so I lead by in my sound-proof room
and the gets trampled on my wack-proof stage
and my answers be in the packed classroom
Cause my thoughts are on an ink-filled page