Education (feat. Yasiin Bey & Black Thought)

Ooh Maisha T, aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai Education [Verse 1: Yasiin Bey] They go in one way, they come out crazy Peace preparatory school, emperors and conquerors Pharaohs and followers Goblins and monsterers Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools The bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots The jail overcrowded, they emptied out the school See the devil twitchin', ears itchin’ from the truth Strange fruit, cyanide, soufflé, and soup It's tasty for a few and murder for the group A dead-end street with a lemonade stand Where is the sky in upside down land? That question is hard if you can't see the stars I’m really not sure, ask me tomorrow I may not be here I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight Or both, but nah, son, I couldn't just chill Everybody gigglin', that kid was gettin' killed And I knew when I stood they would turn on me And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep So I did what I did and that's what it is Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don’t give a fick Tell my mama and my kin and all of y’all and them, it's like this Get free and stay sick And that’s it An education [Verse 2: Black Thought] Peace parishioners, onlookers, and listeners Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous Kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous Sent images of that family that got adopted The president of some nonprofits is out of pocket I heard the world ending is trendin', I tried to watch it I focused on sinnin’ when winnin' was not an option The system we compete against is farm to table hand Pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience Encyclopedia, definition of greediness Gluttony, please take heed of who you treaty with Me, Freddie, Flaco, and Shot never forgot though That Plymouth Rock landed on top of new Morocco Couldn't see who was firin' shots, the shooter got low And left a burnin' cross on the lawn just like a pothole I may not be here I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight They sayin the six bands are higher for the flight So I may be a hitman for hire for the night If you're figurin' this man's maniacal, you're right Bar codes on the wristband, it's not an oversight They intentionally expand, probably to extradite If you wanna play blind, just look straight into the light The puppeteers playin' you for spite And worldwide, what we're payin' is the price And that's life An education [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Wooden leather buck talk China white with cut talk Kane train, a ho could never put me in a Slut Walk Education, trap-onomics, narcotic plug talk My hands was right back in the birds soon as they took the 'cuffs off Gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga It's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a nigga My cousin beat me for a pack and I put the beam on a nigga And I don't gotta finesse the plug because I Deebo that nigga Used to be peace and O's, drop am opp like pop's stinky load Last Friday hit by the pos, too dope in the commode Got off the stove and slowed my role, I'm in the mosque now But I'll still serve you a baked potato Bobby Johnson style You ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed Black mobster shit, I'm more Melvin Willams than Genevieve's Them fist fights had me swappin' blood with my enemies You ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin' in Little League I may not be here I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight A million fuckin' dollars a year just won't suffice Got a factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life Cost of life, uh We stay so high, that's why we can't come up My credit score is zero, I'm still pullin' Ranges up Them cash counters is counteractive The paper cuts gas by a pump like when Dominque used to lace some up I changed it up, I pray the streets don't take what's left of me Drugs for the free, soul sold separately Education