Yeah… They thought they was safe in them libraries… Now the bass is comin’ for the books… Hook Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Verse 1 Quiet halls turn to war zones Pages burn when the phonk hits I don’t care about your thesis I just came to make the speakers spit Cowbells crack like bone 808s knock the glasses off the desk You was reading ‘bout the classics Now you catchin’ hands from the bass Hook Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Verse 2 Leather-bound and soft-spoken Till the drift phonk start choke ‘em I don’t need no citation Just the kick drum and the smoke in Every footnote get erased Every quiet mind get wrecked You was tryna stay enlightened Now the low-end got you hexed Bridge (half-time, almost spoken) They studied war… But never heard it this close… Now the speakers teach the lesson… And the lesson is the ghost… Final Hook (extra heavy, layered shouts) Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown Make the scholars want to holler Give their ears a Beatdown beatdown beatdown beatdown (Outro – fading distorted laugh + final 808 punch) …class dismissed.
