Lyric Time
This is for the class of 2001
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
And no I d never go thru it again
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years (and)
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
I useta hate teachers callin my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
I d be sleepin in the back of the class
when the bullshit we d be learnin wasn t comin too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That s ill yo - I call u Mr. (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that s called the ruggy ruggy
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years and
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
In my locker had pictures of my cousins & my moms
Didn t know nuthin bout computers
Now I gots my dot.coms
In a bizness where the rats ve got control of the race
I keeps my eyes on my papes
I useta never use the breaks
Like autographs up in the yearbook w/ the old cliches - hey yo
Keep in touch this summer
Yo the call never came
ya things ll be the same
C mon they never be the same
Now we all up in the highway goin separate ways
(bridge)
And if my train falls off the track
Tarsha Vega spring forward yo I don t fall back
Original not wack watch me jet to Mars
Put me shuttle to the medal when I chill with the stars
Hey kids u best ta learn to make the most of yo trip
Next you re workin for the man
Me I m workin for hits
yo the years ll go by
So make the most of yo days
Like Ben Folds say "I m thinkin a lot today!"
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years and
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
And no I d never go thru it again
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years (and)
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
I useta hate teachers callin my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
I d be sleepin in the back of the class
when the bullshit we d be learnin wasn t comin too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That s ill yo - I call u Mr. (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that s called the ruggy ruggy
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years and
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
In my locker had pictures of my cousins & my moms
Didn t know nuthin bout computers
Now I gots my dot.coms
In a bizness where the rats ve got control of the race
I keeps my eyes on my papes
I useta never use the breaks
Like autographs up in the yearbook w/ the old cliches - hey yo
Keep in touch this summer
Yo the call never came
ya things ll be the same
C mon they never be the same
Now we all up in the highway goin separate ways
(bridge)
And if my train falls off the track
Tarsha Vega spring forward yo I don t fall back
Original not wack watch me jet to Mars
Put me shuttle to the medal when I chill with the stars
Hey kids u best ta learn to make the most of yo trip
Next you re workin for the man
Me I m workin for hits
yo the years ll go by
So make the most of yo days
Like Ben Folds say "I m thinkin a lot today!"
Time don t change the way I feel
Doesn t mean that I been holdin back the years and
Time s got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
