worked up, I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher. I had enough of isolating myself in a room Writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school
place your order or do you need a menu Verse 1 Culinary Art School dying to serve you In the kitchen cookin but this aint no damn school Aprons and beat
baby hehe Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of Bei Maejor This is what I like to call Broken love song Broken love story It's just art, You
can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! I never knew art til I saw your face and
with a oget, natural poget I ain't Picasso but that ain't important Faith, smart dude never graduated high school Stay tuned, I'm a show you how my art
house feels haunted Just chill we smoke some chronic clostraphobic cabin fever said she loves me can't believe her. [Chorus] She tried to kill my art
a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego Then pop, pop went my God Complex I never thought 19 years after my first breath I'd be in art school surrounded
Spliff wizard kid, who is it? Fifth dinosaur ghetto, beat detonator Apex my level, next, my complex pattern of speech is like sex I mastered the art of
in one day and four countries in one week 'Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
next mans girl Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world Where thugs could rule and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school
fuck the next mans girl Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school
bad face, OH WHAT A PERFECT FIT Because you hard, harder than, hard can get Yo, yo yo - check it out Yo back in the elementary school had a fight
to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you Maybe I should just give you a taste of reality Welcome to my art show Its not about a salary Take
is or was DJ's don't raise our kids, 'cause They so caught up in the cash and jewels How they gonna really see a hip-hop school? How they gonna really
You cats still worried about chart position It's the heart that your missin' It's the art that your missin' Just a little something to hold y'all over
institution of the state Pssh, I don't see my character reflected, tell me Why are all the schools, they fallin' apart? And why the youth not takin' no musical art
that a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the old school 'Cause rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the old school
would get rid of the books cause they bogus And in school, Knowledge of Self would be the focus Kids would flock to the schools like locusts Cause school