we from the school, the school of hardknocks who's ready to rock? [ready to rock] are you ready to rock? [ready to rock] round'n up suckaz, knock'em, knock'em out the box
Graduated 13, the streets made me a scholar flood the microphone, one by one, hear'em holler the sure shoots, rock box, rhym'n on blasted beats mics on my side, they call me Hip Hop Along Cassidy rap'n catasrophe, but only time will tell could we excel and rock bells like LL made me feel I was ill, music euphoria went to the doctor, D.O.C gave me the formula
hey young world, the world is yours turned my whole wide world into metaphors you kept me straight, when times got hard so let me reminisce over you my God chorus I came through the door, I said it before we pioneers, redefining hardcore you want more MC's and DJ's dues we pays 8 out of 7 days
in many ways, I've seen a lot go around pound for pound from S.D to Boogie Down we've been around, bout as round as they come from all yes y'alls, to dum ditty dum dum
see this is my philosophy, on the industry that there ain't no other brothaz bout as bad as we you see my squad stays on point rock this funky joint. can you dig it? chorus
