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Are you ready for it? We’re ready for it! Most of my teachers couldn’t teach me shit Chiefin in the locker room, smokin this real Oh why oh why oh why I have to take butch up? Instead of speakin French to the wind, dare I could not A lot of drug seekers, they couldn’t influence me They fluently spew it but you couldn’t do it influently So I learned culture Rock, is it rock n roll? Rock up that polka, walk on my poster So now I’m part of it, right now it’s the villain I learned a lot of shit but most with no feeling Someone scared of me but when I come in this People tell me but music lifts my spirit They’re writing on the walls, writing in my halls They take but it’s different, it’s not true or false But I am in the class, why you’re in here? You hate this place so then you must come in with me You’re in my head You’re mine til I’m dead Letras de canciones I am my mother’s child I wish I knew what I know now I am my teacher’s favorite I made it and I don’t know how Are you ready for it? We’re ready for it! Most of my teachers couldn’t teach me shit Chiefin in the locker room, smokin this real Oh why oh why oh why I have to take butch up? Instead of speakin French to the wind, dare I could not A lot of drug seekers, they couldn’t influence me They fluently spew it but you couldn’t do it influently So I learned culture Rock, is it rock n roll? Rock up that polka, walk on my poster So now I’m part of it, right now it’s the villain I learned a lot of shit but most with no feeling Someone scared of me but when I come in this People tell me but music lifts my spirit They’re writing on the walls, writing in my halls They take but it’s different, it’s not true or false But I am in the class, why you’re in here? You hate this place so then you must come in with me You’re in my head You’re mine til I’m dead I am my mother’s child I wish I knew what I know now I am my teacher’s favorite I made it and I don’t know how First day is a bitch First day is a bitch Didn’t want to ditch Yea, teachin me shit I was born with the classes they gave me So I stole the books that I wanted And I taught myself to think different I’m the number one, independent Rather for the world, Tech T9ne From Letras Mania