Curriculum

My name's Mr. Eyedea
And I'll be you're teacher for this class
You're past pre MC school
You're with the big boys now
So you better bust that ass
It starts at um, 6:35
I'm gonna turn you little bitches into some MC's
That can live arrive, wide awake, and ready to work
Sit with proper posture in your desk
Or you'll never be worth my energy twerp (twerp)
Participation's 90% of your final grade
When the vinyl's played open your MC-ology book up to the title page
Look up to me as your idol
My recitals make students totally lose it and become suicidal
Hey ya gotta come to class prepared, pencil or pen I dont care
You square, you don't need schooling, fooled in, step up I double dare ya.

Here's your syllabus punk, have your parents sign it
In 90 always a freestyle is you're first homework assignment
You wanna ditch? try it ("um 'scuse me?") bitch, quiet when I'm speaking
Follow all these rules if you wanna learn about MC'ing.

[Speaking:]
"I dunno why he's so aggressive, I mean
I know there's a better way to like, get across to you're students and that, he's just so.."

Man I told you to be quiet, can't you see im trying to school yah?
Gimmie the hand you hold the mic with so i can smack you with my ruler or spend an hour after school, handcuffed naked to two turntables while
Abilities takes his records and lashes you
You have an attitude, re chaptered too, it has to do with aptitudes and skills
That changed the way you feel this afternoon
Only one bathroom pass is issued a semester
So you better learn to control you're bladder
Man add a tad of soul to you're flow
That's too slow that's too fast
You didn't enunciate at all in the last word in that paragraph
Stay at task!
And copy this word off the chalkboard-
It's pronounced confidence, find yours and use it against the sophomore
Walk twards my desk, pick up this next work sheet
You get a dismissal if you disrupt or disobey
You say you're thirsty? Well you have to wait till you get home
And the only supplies you need for this class is a rhymebook, headphones, and a pencil.

Yo, now you're getting used to training the lyrical fitness
Everyone says I'm a good teacher
But they also say I'm one of the strictest
Got a room full of zombies, pay attention
Take notes, control your breath hold the mic close to mouth
Close your eyes, amplified, don't be scared, break a sweat, show a vein
After that cash'll attach itself to you're sack and you'll go insane
So you're lame now? you'll be crisper after this year...
Just don't get pumped at the lunch table when kids say you can't sit here
You gotta have perfect attendance so don't get suspended
And all that shit about trying to be a rebel, man end it
Or you'll have to write ten thousand sentences saying you appreciate me gratefully
Now how will that do with your reputation with the ladies?
Wipe the drool off the desk top either be a teachers pet and get props
Or walk you're wanna be MC ass to the bus stop
Go ahead, drop out but i guarantee you'll be aggravated
When you're a thirty one year old bum thinking damn, I wish I graduated.