lunchroom classics
Singer:reflection eternal
everybody meet me in the lunchroom
the drum society comin in there
i think makeeba gonna be there too
definitely-definitely-definitely
i come before ya bearing skills
get you off like cheap thrills
here's a brand new testament
co-written by makeba and eternal kweli
constant meditation last longer than duration
proper education is mind levitation
to stimulate quite simple
i clear all paths like christ and the temple
coming with the skills that's essential
to even mention brooklyn as the residential
cause how we be livin is tragic
so i take your imagination and i stretch it like elastic
some people treat oppurtunity like a blunt and pass it
i see the mic as my oppurtunity and so i grab it
mentally i live lavishly i cherish the heredity
that's preparin me to be a revolutionary till they bury me
carry me in your thoughts forever
the way i put words together you treasure
whatever the weather instead of clever i'm better
cause i seize the time with reason and rhyme
sometimes i flip the different flavors
this old school mama came ta save ya
cause i'm to old to scold
but pay ya hand for the fold
here's a whiff of holy breath
i bring pain to your chest
let's civilize the people
i've got a shield on my back cause people carry blades
getting caught off guard leaves you in a shallow grave
now here comes the ruler of the night
bobbin with j-rawls animated like a 'toon
this for the kids cuttin up in the lunchroom
i pulled your card like spades
the ill pitch you afraid to hit
this for the kids cuttin up in the lunchroom
i pulled your card like spades
the ill pitch you afraid to hit
this song is like a baby being born
it'll stay in your head long after i'm physically gone
then the rest of the flesh is left for the vulture
makin me the anti-hero of the counter-culture
do you remember what you was doin when you first heard this?
it took the french to kiss
feed the world from my breasts
lyrics are like permanent stains
now you're usin' both sides of your brain
cause you never should go against the grain
its the truth i'm speakin
freak it like sodom and gomorrah
the reflection in my order
cover the earth like water
it's like sometimes cats like wanna be all up in your psychology
no stoppin me or my man hi-teknology
follow me through global economies
be passionate you gotta be
your soul is your property
on that you could place a bet before i make you face your death
make you rectrace your steps to exact place you slipped
to battle would be a waste of breath
but see you chasin rep and you got hit so hard
they had to replace your chest
you on the floor carrowing
my mic grip tighter than the boa
you microscopic like protozoa or amoebas
slower than molasses so they call you special
chasin crimes like hantzel and gretel when the dust settle
every one of these cats who got gas like pedals
new shit cause your style's so old it depreciated
i pulled your card like spades
the ill pitch you afraid to hit
i pulled your card like spades
the ill pitch you afraid to hit