School's In Lyrics - Singles - J-live

Welcome 

to the voice response registration system 

of True School University 

representing universally 

you have added 

hip hop ethics 

one two zero 

for those that don't know 

school's in 

who got the nerve ta 

write a jam that you can swerve ta 

over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha 

It's probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda 

whose mind travels further 

than sex, drugs, and murder 

so when you play the role of the timeless inserter 

I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a 

album full of ignorance 

the place is an experience 

before the reasons why 

for the sake of sounding fly, but I 

grade your style without the curve 

Cause you don't deserve to 

receive the grade that might let you build up the nerve to 

bite the rhyme that feeds you 

I need you to listen 

my words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten 

and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're missing 

I'm rolling with the mongoose, cause snakes is steady hissing 

to expose my flaws like salt in sores 

since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours 

so in other words, nah man, skip the explanation 

see that what the rewind's for, so be patient 

Cause this is the direction that my pen should be draggin' 

to transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons 

Chorus: 

J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a blade 

no doubt 

man I cut ya like lumber 

(repeat) 

you see somewhere in between the old school and the new school 

a master of the next school 

came to teach the now school 

Cause business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools 

so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels 

one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's cool 

supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules 

a scholar of the next school 

who wasn't trying to hear that 

so principals and teachers abroad began to fear that 

"If this guy makes an impact on the students that we play, 

they'll end up having way too much control over their grades!" 

see grades will equal status for power, so just like college 

you're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge 

See that's how music knowledge switch from listener to maker 

And that's why music maker switch from listener to faker 

so when the listener graduates to be an artist 

you still enslaved by the principles because they're heartless 

first they make you imitate another man's skill 

now you use your power for another man's will 

move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still 

move the crowds pockets instead to get the bread 

yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal said 

they make you think the world bleeds green instead of read 

but class is in session now so all that stuff is dead 

I'm coming through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head 

Chorus: 

J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a blade 

no doubt 

man I cut ya like lumber 

(repeat X 3) 

"now wait a minute 

what the hell does chopping trees have to do with culinary?" 

that's the spirit kid, analyse the lyric 

from the moment that you hear it, see, cause most don't have the skill to 

utilize their ears' function as a garbage filter 

so their brain gets clogged and congested 

by the time and the effort that's invested in illusion 

and by the time's definition of reality 

by the time you get the facts, they're outnumbered in confusion 

so I come, to get shit off my chest and up in you 

and I come, to make you feel at home with your power 

and I come, to plant seeds of responsibility 

Cause I come, harder than a sleepless cold shower 

refining and refreshing 

reprimanding those who claim they're representing by demanding clarity 

Cause when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an earful sound awful 

at least that's how it seems to me 

so I lead by example in my sound-proof room 

and the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof stage 

and my answers be ample in the packed classroom 

Cause my thoughts are reflected on an ink-filled page