The Lineup

[Verse 1: Wordsworth] Yo, class is in session I'm in the lunchroom with a connection to have Who's the best in this session is a dumb question to ask Words, I'm on the dean's list (why?) You got to be serious for cashing the gymnast Missed this to see me spit Teachers don't check or edit They check your head and read it Get extra credit We got teacher's ed to get it Dump your trace so we can just bang for three weeks It's so crowded people sit on the table for seats Students ain't returning to class Not concerned if they pass (why?) Because they learning more from me than they learn from they class Rhymes in my mind plus my binder [???] The picture won't even wind up Because if I line up [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Another face in the lineup Unusual suspect An angel, bang you Change a square Untangle My mouth is a gun Known to blast crews I stay spitting like Chinese dudes and fast food We come through with skills Kill the many raw Now give me mines for real Like Gilbert Freddy's laws Attention to the line punch From the butter crunch White drawer Brother shine funk sonic Better grind trunk Whole boom bap crews Take they boombox Dynamite sticks in my hand And boom box Explosive And I'm on the igniting Trust me Nobody wants this Diarrhea Why you fighting? [Verse 3: J-Treds] ... my school days J killin' it Taking Kool-Aid And dudes paid Came to master it My tools of the trade Ain't cool that the game's cruel And theules is the same My love is spittin' fires Or fuels to flame Trying to play fools Either upgrade or get treated to free lunch Eat 'em up J Cause when it pegs my stomach You gon' see the fangs coming With the fangs come the peace That's the change a-coming Cause we the freestyle authors With a free trial offer You wanted peace? Wanna see a child in fosters? We advice caution because Killers line defence [Verse 4: Thirstin Howl III] Got my own lunch table I don't go to this school Even teachers raise they hands to talk to the dude School guards act hard Still nuff shook They know my book bag full of everything but books Walk the halls with my shorty Drinking a 40 The dean couldn't caught me But I heard the walkie talkie Absent every day Considered a truant In the class by myself Spitting this music Pencils kept sharp Ink pen weapons Rambo, Radio Melle Mel message Towards the masters Uncompleted Hundred reasons I'll never be shit Then reach out secret [Verse 5: Vast Aire] I like class like I like swords (swing) If you ain't hard like boulevard erasure boards Hesitate and get sent to the void (But if survives) Man he caught the Kiloy First of all you's a wind-up toy I don't battle MCs I kill androids Teacher said, 'you're to loose in the head' You don't get a gram cracker You go straight to bed Playtimes over, go to straight to special ed Play with Simon Do what he says Professor X taught me best How to levitate SP-12's at recess The lineup, yo [Verse 6: Breezely Brewin'] Hey yo, check my phonics For sure get demonic All grazed, all day Get all A's in ho economics Some fast times Some [???] high Freshman like core mellow We are super seniors We get super serious Get strong, eat your veggies Get a wedgie Cheerleader That won't sneak a peek I can't respect this Effervescent heads Get a F for effort [Verse 7: MF DOOM] Who could turn a study hall into a bloody brawl When they get it twisted Like the funnies on a silly bloody ball Ask not about the dome The mask is hot And he's not you man or your home mascot Ras clot How them fools sound The third grade droput who trespassed on school grounds Give 'em back for the kids like Nickelodeon Made me fill out a app for custodian With his record that's the only job that hire Waight for the metal detectors and barb wire With budge for 89 They hated He made 'em wait for the lunch lady line Told 'em he better stop or [???] pop The only class he ever passed was metal shop It's where he used to practice his tactics to spit oil Don't drink the milk The shit's spoiled