Alumni (feat. Humble B)

Tell me, tell me
How many times have you treated me like a human being
Tell me, tell me
How many times have you looked me in the eye
Tell me, tell me
How many of the adults around you let you down
I could have died, but I'm still here
And for that, I'm grateful
But Judgement Day has come
The fakes shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun

Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every single morning just heard that they would never discover my inner insolence
To appease em, I was really getting hammered and bent just like the cast iron in the hot furnace
Shadowy figures at meetings would be telling Mom and I - Brad you are startin to concern us
Though that shit wasn't exactly a mystery when I'd be turnin up on days even wit a guarantee of rain
Through the days I learned that platitudes true or false can really hurt just like a stab of the blade
But those meant to support me would say to me shit like - ya know ya boo boo ain't really up to the grade But I must ask - what's really the right way to react in the midst of such a dark crusade
Just felt what anybody would feel when people would say - even ya momma don't be lovin ya mate
With a sinking heart my tears would well up in my eyes and drop into a sizzle on the hot ground
I felt it was all me but ya look around and the truth is there is a lotta sadness abound

Taking up the root, black roses
Look but don't touch, silly thinkers outta touch
If you ain't helped build me You be at the bottom whip whip with no fake lash
Drip drip with the yellow and the red flash
All I needed was a friend, all I needed was your kindness
But what you hoes do? You deceived me and used me
To boost the Ego, you never had
Walter be too shook now, I be breaking bad
I ain't got to make Halo and the Devil Horns Pt. 2
This my autobiography, signed sincerely
L.I.L this the motherfucking J.U.L
Bitches get spell checked like Kim from 05
I remember the come up, just like 09
It was 2011 you be cutting my heart - I call that a surgeon
The kid I made friends with, the fakes I withstand with
The fakes I sand quick with I do my maths like quick-wit
Now you ain't slick, you got checked
This the one I knew, spinning circles round you like Polo
I'm not afraid to drop names, I'm not afraid to expose you like a rapist
Don't expect me to send well wishes
You don't deserve my respect, my bars, my flow, my manners
My profile, my likes, my number, my hoe
My dough, my bros, not not you bozzos
Yo hold up 10 years, 10 motherfucking years - what's good

What's good
What'd bad
All these cunts from school really mad
Take their wigs off of they caps
No alumni left
Cause thanks to us they're fucking dead ha
Lotta my teachers didn't give a fuck, turning blind eyes to shit that's right in front of em, at that my stomach churn
Kids had fun making me into a caricature that they could laugh and stare at as I walked all stern
A thousand knives in my back like a sculpture, some might say that's nothin but a dose of healing acupuncture
And amongst the toxic culture, all that shit was really like walking the motherfuckin gutters
I was always termed the quiet kid, yet that shit was an identity utterly manufactured
Shit was my fixture and like my headline feature, a scapegoat for teachers to write on the records
The black sheep of the school with no one else to turn to I was all alone calling for the aid of a shepard
On the verge, any second now, never endeavoured, antonym of intrepid, life I didn't treasure
Always felt like I was the lost lamb and they was looking at me hungry on the hunt like they seein some lunch
Humiliation every single day but now I can say in retrospect at least with the real ones I was in touch

Now that I've got shit made, bitches Caspers fade
They do be throwing shade, I just go forge a blade
They seek to serenade, no time to masquerade
No longer am I afraid, real shit got bullshit outweighed

Rock the suit with the suede, they all see tailormade
Bitches play charades, me they can't persuade
While bitches know I'm a fucking upgrade, there is nothing but a fucking cliche

Is that why your girl got swept by a dude like a 3
He's a 3/10 bitch
あのね、お前たちを殺す
冗談ですよ、ミグメさん
復讐なんて、要らないです
それは、運命が決めることだから

Yeah my parents were beefing, childhood stolen still breathing
Ain't no time for debriefing
Defibrillate, one, two
As I looked out the window, how far till I reach the ground
Of this 20-story building That's gonna hurt as I backed the fuck off
Friends who came for me still racked the fuck off
I be breathing 24/7 yet I'm dead inside 24/7
Try to see the grey world with some optimism
High school, the highlight I give my flowers to Mr. Robert Wilson (love you sensei)
And fuck you Andrew
Cause you thinking you big shit
Never believe, only looked down on us
If you never own up, I don't even give up fuck
You a fake ass bitch from the get go
So don't pretend to be vice principal or some shit
You a whole ass bully and you know it
And bitch of an excuse to be a counsellor, Da Vinci
As she ripped me apart like useless receipts
Bitch I got the receipts, you was abusing a minor and you know it
From the verbal even tho you got your plagues up
Try to play the blame game, on a the mentally ill
Bitch I'm brewing this tea, and it's pouring to spill
I don't respect that, if you a fake bitch
Cause ain't youth worker post to uplift
You was a arrogant bitch, try to play expert 10 years later, I do post grad diploma
Of the same subject you failed answer
As you breached, I chose not to speak up
Cause I was weak, by today's standards you be fired
I just play it like Ether in 02, bitch who shot ya
If he the peta peck em, I bet ya biggie bust em

Imagine a 26 year old lying about his high school
Why the fuck would I do that
Every thing thing I spit on this record is real as fuck
He be acting like a vice
Goofy your only achievement is looking Winnie The Pooh
Except with Winnie at he is looks nicer
You just lookin like a dumb ass
Fuck outta here
Get off your fat ass, lazy ass
You was sippin on ramen noodles while the class was on, what the fuck

Bro you're literally stabbing on a dead body haha
For the bitch ass teachers who be observing instead of nurturing
I bring you the hail with the cold crest, ice cold with the wrist
Just imagine for a night it could really be a slit or two on the wrist
So motherfuckers better watch they mouth
Cause the truth that these bitches are really going south down the skis
Dumb lames I ain't tryna please, yet they coming on back all persistent like fleas
Bobo clowns see me rollin in the motherfuckin Volvo
I'mma slow down for ya, call that going slow mo
Leave you burning in the bush, y'all can call me ScoMo
Got my lead bullet, y'all do the silver bullet plata no plomo
Lil Jul did his fuckin diplomo so he can counsel you bitches
Now I'm chillin like a villain an' prospecting like the Ballarat gold rush
Livin life lush, made em all gush, hoes out of mah sight out of mah mind
United with myself and I, knowin that the raps I write really do bite

Whoa Hold on B you don't have to that hard
And you were tellin me I stabbed on a dead body
You dragged them so hard their scalps bout to fall off like Oren Ishii
I'm ice cold as usual, sub zero like got no shit on me
My God, these dummies really need to get their shit together
Like that French boi and I? We had a few slings
But now I delete him like a sim and I aint even feel a ting
Give my props to the American boieee
What a shit show, the irony is
The school clown got more loyalty than half of you bitches
And that's to Sutherland
Gave you a chance at 22
Guess I wasn't that much to you
All these disloyal bitches is some pests, I spary you like Mortein bitches
Psss Psss Psss
Fucking head shot, you dead bitch

TeeHee
That's the most 2010 thing I can think of
TeeHee shoutout to Ryan Higa