] This goes out to MC's who used to rock in Washington Square Park Now Guiliani got it locked after dark, so he mastered the art Of livin the death, shadow
shutters. Give me my turkey pass traiding chop sticks with the hooligans, Snakes are in a submerian, I'll never go to school again. I stole you a porch
back of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never thought I'd be a lunatic A descrase, a droped out mental case I quit school, but I never
Verse two] Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn I like your style, you're so old school In them
't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been the same muthafucka since in high school any beat I shed light
weren't you kind of a business administration major or something in high school. No, it's something in your past. You were ... No, I worked. Yeah. But a high school major in Art
love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Verse 1] Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin got this smarty art
clean precision, all is simplified pass the hat and pass the knife. By now you must be worried, wondering who is me and what lies behind my art.
science with alliance, one all, there are many worlds Heavenly Father, while we dippin in this wilderness Watchin where we castin our pearls, that's to the wickedness Old school
it a go It didn?t suit Sukie So she took her things and left Sukie was the kid, she liked to hang out at the art school She didn?t enrol, but she wiped
the head said that you always were a queer one from the start For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art Your obsessions get you known throughout the school
: Businessmen drink my blood Like the kids in art school said they would And I guess I'll just begin again You say can we still be friends If I was
jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz And I was looking at any butt and ass Me and my homies started cutting class Going up to the high school Looking
say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap Where his brother go to school at? Find
how it's all gon' end and what type of way 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay Mo' shit start over nothin' And get finished quick 'cause the art of repercussion
date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin got this smarty art
me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978. I'm losing my edge. To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin. I'm losing my edge to the art-school
wounds I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school