Curriculum

Curriculum - Postmen

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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

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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 it's past things you see

This thug n***a for life

You wanna be this is where we live

N***a are catching cold where the heat is

My speakers are where the street is

I'm keeping all my dogs posted by using telekinesis

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 f**k-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 n***a 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

N***as bought Timbs do-rags now

They are thug-o-saurus wrecks

F**k that n***a calling my

Phone making death threats

Now 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

You'll be backspinning on two broke

Geminis I don't care 'cause

None of yall is f**king 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 s**t 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 b***hes and sound the alarm

Tripwire s**t you're not suppose to play with them guns

Protect my funds check the resume

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

Curriculum be killing 'em softly

It's 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 can't 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 it's right I swing left

With the science if a lion when a rip it to death

Becomes n***as who confuse us for a here gone tomorrow

Tears turn to sorrow you want us we're here