Night School

[Intro: Jonwayne] Yeah, Jonwayne, Scoop DeVille, Quelle, Jeremiah Jae, Azizi Gibson You know, we’re not necessarily on that Pitchfork speedial, but we don’t give a fuck We on that real shit, and I believe my friends are real talented, so I’m gonna have them showcase that talent right now I’m gonna provide the backbeat, and let them do their thing. Let’s go [Hook:Gibson] My nigga life goes on, (That’s why) We don’t want no fucking sad songs So shut the fuck up, get lit, and go hard Fuck a few broads, get rich, and drive cars Pray to this lord I live and eat good Man I mean so fucking good, I’m talking that lobster, shrimp and steak boy Momma I’m a man, I’m not you’re little boy Fuck these niggas that got me annoyed [Verse 1: Quelle] Uhhh, I dive skies and jump bungies Write monkeys, zoo animals, it sounds chunky, right? White rice, Kentucky bourbon over ice I get right, lay swishers with light Get caught in a corner might have to switch up your life You might have to switch up the left and hit with the right Head-body, head-body, hair, have to lace up the Nikes, it’s tight Cut that circulation off to the calves Once you loosen up, you might just lose up on some math Study up, buddy up, get a partner A tutor, a Buddha to show you clear ways through the water I slaughter. Goliath told David he’s a goner But we all know how that story ends Fuck that bitch called life and the glory ends We’re the writers of the story and historians In and out like accordions and hamburgers Sound murder, keeping knitted tight like cardigans ? Why yal niggas trying to buy the end Sound murder, keeping knitted tight like cardigans [Hook] [Verse 2: Jae] Your life moving on that real bad Spilled milk, for what though? Clutch flow, fans on the edge of they seat… And he shoots the three. Misses the target, hits the innocent meat Market flooded his stocks, trying to get your business up But instead he got beef target. Darths a light, armed robber, you flee market Fleas cover your jeans, he rocked dirty jeans, she still like it Told her some things that she may never even pardon,. Her homie on that milk carton starving MILF on her wild life, chasing I guess her life hard, brah Star-struck, like that comet came down Turn all the lights down, we half-cab vert ramps Turn your head 360 degrees, just so that you feel the breeze You’d be surprised how many lies on the screen [Hook] [Verse 3: Quelle] Jonny what it is, I’m fresh about the show biz I called it like I saw it from the future like a wiz Of Oz. Jabber jaws on my dick like you ain’t know this Retard, I went far from a kid who didn’t know shit But now I’ve got the dope piss, when they focus Look, I was high when I wrote this, you sure you wanna record this? Roll up, I got something on it Sprinkled with jingles from Chris Cringle, we play with these tectonics Shaking move the whole planet, know we got it like that Hedgehog in the game, super-sonic like that In the streets like you claim, but you ain’t mobbing like that I got heat, take aim and put your top back, back [Hook] [Verse 4: Jonwayne] Consider me perplexed, catching rappers’ rhymes in the nerf net Start a revolution, let my buddies get the bird set Let the rappers here the revolution. Bud, get the Percocet I rap like heroin, and it’s threatening These people wanna keep it ignorant like its your medicine Leave ya fucking numb until your mouth can’t taste the messages Leave your population for dead, there is no genesis Except for the one you read in the book, that shit’s irrelevant Talk about the lessons, but no mention of the elephant Living in the circus but no mention of the elephant The kettle gets whatever, it’s the pot that gets the specialist Jeremiah, Quelle, and Scoop and see, we’re the menace kid We’re the menace kid [Hook]