School Beats

Don't think that you’re too cool to listen to the beat with the rap about school!

I'm talkin' to you people who go to school
Try to learn the golden rules
About science, mathematics, and history
And workin’ towards your G.E.D
But don't you hate when your teacher they go berserk
Gives ya hundreds of pounds of that homework
3,000 pages you have to read
It's a strain to the brain, makes your eyes bleed
The math is kinda chilly 'cause you kinda know
You bring your calculator, use your fingers and toes
Science class will make you wanna quit
Because they be doing the bugged out bit
Cuttin' up frogs, operating on dogs
Give a guinea pig the strength of an hog
Everything is true that I have to say
Don't play, do your homework each and every day ahhh
I know it might seem kinda hard
But you must do this for a good report card
That's right ha ha, dn't laugh at my rhyme
You get a report card around Christmastime
So don’t go to school and cut, cut, cut
’Cause a real hard head only leads to soft butt
I'm Mr. T, say the R-O-Y
To get funky, funky, now check out lunchtime, huh!

That’s right, you're here to learn
Grab a pen and book and get concerned
Don't put your parents through no frustration
Just please them, get a good education
Soak up yeah! all that knowledge
Become a brainiac, go to college
Don't get mad, don’t bug out
Don't get crazy, don't drop out

I know your teacher might be on your back uh
But they only do this to keep you intact
The teacher must keep things in control
They're not there to deal with your fly roll
One or two jokers in the class
But gym is the only class they pass
They might be walkin' down the street one day lookin' like a bum
Need some new clothes, wants to get some
Go downtown and they start to scramble
But that's not enough when they start to gamble
Seven, eleven, you win or lose
That's the way it goes if you go by the rules
But you get in the game, you lose your shirt
You feel messed up and you feel like dirt
Now you're walkin' down the block, say Starvin' Marvin
You're lookin' at the store, you're thinkin' about robbin'
Let me tell you people just hold your head
Or in the jail cell will be your bed
Inflation in the nation don't bother me Or mean
Mister Troy and I'm Greg G
So go to school and don't front, front, front
A good education is what you want
Whatcha gonna do? Who you gonna blame?
When you find out your diploma never came, huh!