Dropout Boogie

You're going to school?
 Don't wanna miss that, blood
 Go on and get that honky education
 You might be big someday, president
 (Fuck school!)
 Go to school, go to school, dropped out when I heard that
 Too busy tryna figure out where the birds at
 And them broads all stopped when I half
 They tryna throw me in detention, in Spofford
 But I prospered, unlike they intended
 You had on suspenders, I was gettin' suspended
 Posted up outside in my street clothes
 Principals tried to keep me out the hall like Pete Rose
 Gambling, popped 'em all with a six
 Four bogies and malt liqs, alcoholics
 Yesterday E&J, brought rum out today
 Tappin' bottles like, "Warriors, come out to play"
 These meddling kids was peddling mids
 We sold that high grade like nerds I paid to solve a square root for me
 That's why both the goon and the square root for me
 But if I went back in time, I would dare
 Be that geek sittin' front the class doing his homework
 Preppin' to be somebody in life
 Instead of roaming the streets with my mom's kitchen knife
 She didn't even buy it when I told it
 Like, "We bought the whole set from IKEA, I know you stole it"
 Snuck around real cowardly
 Took a metro to go uptown to cop sour D
 Never chill downtown on Bowery
 Was either my hood, Flatbush, Harlem or the Bronx
 Out of my mind, straight lunacy
 Avoidin' truancy and chasin' new pussy
 You see where that took me
 All those years of not paying bookies and playin' hooky
 Never danced at the prom
 I did the dropout boogie
 I don't wanna listen, I don't believe in this kinda system
 And let me tell ya, I'm 20 years old
 And I know a lot, understand?
 For my age, I know a lot
 And where did I learn it? In the streets
 Because the school couldn't do nothing for me
 Stick wit' it baby, some day you might be king
 Remained true to the task
 Got bad grades still stayed doing the math
 Prom night, packin' bones in a flask
 Chaperone maricón let him in with the mask
 Envisioning cocking the hammer and letting it blast
 Feasible then, with cameras ain't gettin' a pass
 And that's trash
 Deserve worse for late night meddlin'
 Villain irate, still be quite the gentleman
 The off-beat's two left hooks, stewed pork meat
 Snowing powdered sugar saying, "New York's sweet"
 'Til they blind-sided, high speed on a cross street
 Or swipe a MetroCard down they face to the raw meat
 Remember classmates, some of 'em bad apes
 Hallway jooks to bathroom gang-rapes
 Property deface ass bet dice games for mad papes
 Windows shatter, just blame the brown dude when the glass breaks
 And thank the public school system for providing new landscapes
 Deficit in attention, honorable mention for detention
 Actions, foul language, words and unleashed tensions
 Often probably resulted in suspension
 As they say
 Another vay-cay, melee, and yoke up a teacher on payday
 Or roll the reefer up, say, "Hey!"
 Then go get the Le Tigres and the lees off layaway
 Stepped off then bounced
 Couldn't deal on a day-to-day
 Dropout boogie, repeat the steps or pave the way, okay?
 Yo no se
 Shalom, instructor told you, "Stay at home today"
 His favorite class, got along with the Jew kids
 And still cool up 'til now, is you stupid?
 It's all about commerce, regardless who bomb first
 More like who stay calm when the drama burst