Yeah… listen close Knowledge on deck, volume on ten We begin I studied the craft while they studied the look Read every spine, never judged by the cover of books Built bars with purpose, no circus, no trends If truth is the weapon, I sharpen the pen They chase a reaction, I chase the why From block to the booth, keep the lens on the lie History talks when the needle hits wax I translate the past to the future in facts If you don’t know the roots, you don’t know the tree If you don’t know the code, you don’t know the key Class still in session, pay attention now Hands in the air if you learned somehow Class still in session, don’t guess, don’t pretend We teach it in bars till the message sets in (Class—still—in—session) I speak for the listeners tired of noise Who want the blueprint, not digital toys No rented opinions, no borrowed tone I stand on the mic like a scholar on stone Discipline heavy, delivery clean Every line measured like a guillotine They ask for the shortcut, I hand them the map Then tell them the work is the price of the path Silence is loud when the truth walks in Say it again till the crowd locks in Learn it—earn it—live it Class still in session, pay attention now Hands in the air if you learned somehow Class still in session, don’t guess, don’t pretend We teach it in bars till the message sets in (Class—still—in—session) Bell never rang… We’re still learning.
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