This is for the class of 2001
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
And no I'd never go thru it again
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years (and)
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
I useta hate teachers callin' my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
I'd be sleepin' in the back of the class
when the bullshit we'd be learnin' wasn't comin' too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin' the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That's ill yo - I call u Mr. (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that's called the ruggy ruggy
Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears
