Curriculum Lyrics

Curriculum lyrics

(Sonny D)

 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

 

 (U-Niq)

 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

 

 (E-Life)

 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 youll be backspinning on two broke

 Geminis, I dont care, cause none of yall 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, youre not suppose to play with them guns

 Protect my funds, check the resume 

 

 (Mis)

 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 yall 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.

 

 (Shy)

 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.