Education

Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib 、Yasiin Bey 、Black Thought -Education

Written by ：Freddie Gibbs 、R.D.Burman 、Black Thought 、2more

Ooh my shakti aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki

Education

They go in one way they come out crazy

Peace preparatory school emperors and conquerors

Pharaohs and followers

Goblins and monsterers

Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools

The bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots

The jail overcrowded they emptied out the school

See the devil twitchin'ears itchin'from the truth

Strange fruit cyanide souffl éand soup

It's tasty for a few and murder for the group

A dead-end street with a lemonade stand

Where is the sky in upside down land

That question is hard if you can't see the stars

I'm really not sure ask me tomorrow

I may not be here

I'm feelin'like I might just leave

Before I start a fire or a fight

Or both but nah son I couldn't just chill

Everybody gigglin'that kid was gettin'killed

And I knew when I stood they would turn on me

And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep

So I did what I did and that's what it is

Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don't give a fick

Tell my mama and my kin and all of y all and

Them it's like this

Get free and stay sick

And that's it

An education

Peace parishioners onlookers and listeners

Visitors keepin'the consumption conspicuous

Kids graduatin'from public schools and prisoners

Underprivileged aboriginal indigenous

Sent images of that family that got adopted

The president of some nonprofits is out of pocket

I heard the world ending is trendin'I tried to watch it

I focused on sinnin when winnin'was not an option

The system we compete against is farm to table hand

Pickin'them ingredients civil disobedience

Encyclopedia definition of greediness

Gluttony please take heed of who you treaty with

Me Freddie Flaco and Shot never forgot though

That plymouth rock landed on top of new morocco

Couldn't see who was firin'shots the shooter got low

And left a burnin'cross on the lawn just like a pothole

I may not be here

I'm feelin'like I might just leave

Before I start a fire or a fight

They sayin the six bands are higher for the flight

So I may be a hitman for hire for the night

If you're figurin'this man's maniacal you're right

Bar codes on the wristband it's not an oversight

They intentionally expand probably to extradite

If you wanna play blind just look straight into the light

The puppeteers playin'you for spite

And worldwide what we're payin'is the price

And that's life

An education

Wooden leather buck talk

China white with cut talk

Kane train a h**could never put me in a slut walk

Education trap-onomics n**cotic plug talk

My hands was right back in the birds soon as

They took the 'cuffs off

Gotta feed your f**kin'wolves or they gon'feed on a n**ga

It's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a n**ga

My cousin beat me for a pack and I put

The beam on a n**ga

And I don't gotta finesse the plug because I deebo that n**ga

Used to be peace and o's drop an opp like pop's stinky load

Last friday hit by the pos threw d**e in the commode

Got off the stove and slowed my role I'm in the mosque now

But I'll still serve you a baked potato Bobby Johnson style

You ain't lit you litter like Trump twitter feed

Black mobster s**t I'm more Melvin Willams than Genevieve's

Them fist fights had me swappin'blood with my enemies

You ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin'in little league

I may not be here

I'm feelin'like I might just leave

Before I start a fire or a fight

A million f**kin'dollars a year just won't suffice

Got a factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life

Cost of life uh

We stay so high that's why we can't come up

My credit score is zero I'm still pullin'ranges up

Them cash counters is counteractive

The paper cuts gas by a pump like

When Dominque used to lace 'em up

I changed it up

I pray the streets don't take what's left of me

D**gs for the free soul sold separately

Education