(feat. Al-Shid)



"I'm in charge of this class.  I'm the merciless God

of anything that stirs in my universe.  You FUCK

with me, you will suffer my wrath!"



[cut and scratched: "Okay class"]



[Al-Shid]

All eyes on me, your majesty, way beyond your comprehension

My speech exceeds the peaks reached by idle freshmen

Apply these lesson whether you friends, or rhymin henchmen

Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with Shid, topic of session

I'm like mind power bombs that (?) smack rookies

who try to get run on my track, the last words be

Niggaz is mad pussy and get amped in a while

Only flow once a month and it's crampin your style

Now; my lesson plans are murderous verbal weapon span

Raise the ep in hand and I'm cockin back, to reprimand

Next is (?) with penalty for mistakes

If you slip like Will Smith make you +Enemies of the State+

I got camera views aerial, nigga watchin your every move

Right in your very crew, got mercenaries to bury you

Contrary to, what you speak you weak

You candy-ass niggaz sleep, if you think shit's sweet



"Chapter one.."

"There's my old school!

[scratch] Let's go into the classroom

and see what they're learning.

Be very quiet when you go in,

as we shouldn't disturb the lesson."

[Morgan Freeman] "No one talks; NO ONE!! Take out your pencils and WRITE."

"Well, I'll try, the best I can professor."

"Open your books to page two, and wait for further instruction."

"Pay attention!"



[Al-Shid]

Ladies and gentlemen, introducin Shiddy, the rap veteran

Mental co-archery top seeded varsity letterman

From New York, to the Netherlands, I puff - medicine

and drink ether-can-til-I-loop(?) gravitational center and

my whole click is still tightenin, ain't nothin better than

the mighty marvelous ghetto superstar rappers tryin to mush

I'm still, holdin it, fuck who you go and get

If you underarm then you get rolled on, like clay deodorant

Shit, I be the mental motorist steerin your train of thought

High beam in your ear to let them drunk drive on my way to court

Can't hang in this rap game?  Player change your sport

I'm tryin to die of high blood pressure if life's a grain of salt

Table talk, cause I got a flow to drown victims

And make deaf niggaz get surround sound systems

Give white people unfound rhythm, my shit's endless

And class be in session with manditory attendance nigga



"You know on the first day of school how the teacher,

have all the kids in line."

"Pay attention!"

"You are supposed to be frightened.

I usually terrify the average mortal."

[Morgan Freeman] "No one talks; NO ONE!! Take out your pencils and WRITE."



"Well, I'll try, the best I can professor."

"Come right in!  Sit right down and join the rest of the suckers."



[J-Zone]

Hey yo Shid, ?? all of them late cats

that missed the lesson still wanna fuck around

"Could that be true?" (Aight)

"Imagine that."

"Class, dismissed!"