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2kool4skool - trx lyrics

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i’m too kool to go to skool [4x]

[hook]
my pencils push blunts
rubber erased last month
my professors on my nuts
cause i just don’t give a f-ck!
-i’m tooo kool to go to skool [4x]

f-ck ya composition
my thoughts are non-written
mister rap-e-matician
just made a new livin’
-i’m tooo kool to go to skool [4x]

[verse 1]

sittin’ in a lecture halll –
askin’ what the f-ck this is?
teacher’s tryin’ to test us all
but i don’t really give a sh-t
huh?
i dont really give a sh-t
rather try to make a hit and make it hit
like take a hit (cough)
watch me make the statement fit
(whats he talkin’ about?)

this ain’t recess – i ain’t playin’
i’m not preaching – i’m just sayin’
believe in what i’m speakin’
my syntax got a sequence
education – need it
give it – like its leakin’ –
love what you do – enjoy the entertainment
make your own makin’ – stop the finger blamin’

got in a in playing hookie
jersey shorin’ with no snookie
chips a hoyin’ with no cookie
wanna find me? ask the bookie

you wanna duel us? you lookin’ foolishhhh
i’m doin laps around ya -ss in a schoolbus
you think you sharp too? check my physical
you think you that dude? ask my f-ckin’ princ-p-l

[hook]

[break]

renegade with a spear
they say what you wanna hear
might as well join the fun
and make a god d-mn career
put in my 10 cents
these other prints counter fit
stuck on luck countin’ sh-t
my music has no amount to it
i swear i make it look
easy as reading books
but people don’t read anymore
they learn from the look
might as well bet everything we coulda’ get
and mothaf-ck the game
leave it lookin’ – like oedipus rex

[hook]

[verse 2]

living room life-style in the f-ckin’ studio (i love it)
you know how the movies go?
well this is how the movement go
move or abort hard
the zoo we sport hard
making singles by the day
you stuck on a’s on a report card
to be particular
my arts particular and
school just became
an extra curricular

it ain’t a d-mn thang – just black cards
first frat star – to be a f-ckin rap star
movin’ quick now – these other dummies crash hard
burnnin’ through more rubber than a mothaf-kin’ nascar
wait hold up a nascar??
h-ll yeahh a nascar (vroom vrooom!) nas car?!
watch as i p-ss ya’ll

you got the ball? i think you fumbled it
you got bars?? i think you mumble them
you got b-tches? they chillin on my jungle gym
with they otha otha friends – makin’ otha otha ends

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