Class Is In Session
[Intro]
Here's something for you to think about

[Verse 1]
Shut up, don't say a word
A jam this funky has got to be heard
This is the wrong song to talk over
So put a staple in your lips, put a bullet in rover
Shoot him twice in the head, make sure he's dead
Go get another canine when the rhyme gets said
Mad Dog is in the house and rippin' it apart
Let the lesson start
Check out the situation that breeds frustration
It's happening throughout the nation
In society, it has been planted
To look at a race and take things for granted
If the black man appears to have dough
People think he's sellin' blow
Every race is included in this conclusion
Even blacks get caught up in the illusion
Fallin' into the hype of the stereotype
Open up your head to the rhymes I recite
'Cause you allowed your mind to be programmed
Made you think your own race ain't worth a damn
And you're lookin' down at yourself
And that needs direction, that's why class is in session
[Verse 2]
Class is in session
And the professor is going to address the topic
Of how the government treats the less endowed
'Cause it ain't no secret
You got to have big money to get fair treatment
'Cause of the crime protection
Depending on money and your connections
For the bitch that come correct with the spec
The cops are in check, oh that you can bet
Turn around and look to the other side of town
Where the buildings are broken and run down
You'll get shot by the atrocities
The cops on a rampage like rats through the city
They're supposed to be chillin', stoppin' crimes
Instead they're illin' and takin' lives
Takin' bribes from crime pros, harrasin' all those
That stand up for the rights of the less discrete hose
Miami's finest, Miami's slimiest
And I'm gettin' so damn tired of this
Don't think that the government don't know
They don't care, it's too opposed to don't go with
If you don't make noise you don't get heard
So go give your congressman an unfriendly word or two
About the things you've been through
You gotta make them respect you, class is in session
[Verse 3]
Now don't get me wrong, I like to party and drink
A fifth of Bacardi and rock my body
With the best of them, but unlike the rest of them
I choose to expand your curriculum
Or bring your sight to the unseen
Wipe away the faults so your vision can be clean
See the rights and the wrongs
'Cause to get along in this life you got to be strong
The white man ain't your enemy
It's any man that just can't stand to see you get ahead Sometimes instead they'd rather see you dead
And it can be another of your own color
And your trust in the low life mother
Just 'cause you thought you had something in common
Yeah, it's your house he's robbin'
Those that stepped on, got crept on
And didn't nobody give a damn that it's dead wrong
Ain't nobody gonna listen to your sad song
So have your eyes open at the breaks of dawn
Life in the 90's I'm trying to leave behind me
I gotta make it to the 21st century
Madness is on the mic, Magic is on the beat
And the chant's complete
Livin' life to the fullest 'cause life is a blessing
Class is out of session