There's no rest for the weary just another day grinding up stones Till they turn into dust, it's tough, dimes in the rough Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit Bloody whips and small pox, trigger-happy cops Barbed wire and fire water, y'all it don't stop Whether colonizing game with the cross and the sword I threw the first spear and said "I declare war!" I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent Descendants of a long lineage of proletariat and peasant So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip I ride the rhythm and vibe a little whine talk Head get the concrete to line wit' your spine I speak to find peace but its war all the time It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father and doubt is not an option And now I can't be getting crunk and faded as often So get your hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough Boss, what cross? We got crucified by buckshots One million Jesuses and Judas got his nuts off Pages torn out the memory of those who remain shackled in the chains of international capital gain They claim civilize with they animal ways Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's But some days you can find me inscribed in my soul on the page every crime has an alibi Disciplined and organized is how I handle my New jacks are spending mad time on their battle rhymes I can't knock it if you find it entertaining I rep those whose labor ain't compensated So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Forty to a class, no wonder we delinquent Half the school district never make it to commencement I've been the spine of the track until it snaps Pops working overtime and he got a broken back Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intake But the song ain't a song waiting for God to answer Brothers call me "Dog", they got the letters backwards I'm back with a plan of attack to reposes my Main face in history y'all who wanna test My capacity to spit caliber shit into a rhythmic lesson And entertainment's a legitimate weapon Igniting the cipher sessions I'm deciphering life And blended both theory into practice I write Vernacular and actual fact Got no posturing A thousand points and fingers I defied every one of them I ride for my brethren who carry the burden of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain You better move Hold your head high soldier, it ain't over yet That's why we call it a struggle You're supposed to sweat Check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease If she raises up the rent again it's time to say "peace" Peace, peace and that's my piece It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast From the East my brother we came The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip So keep marching 'til your feet split open "No Rest For The Weary" Blue Scholars keep going Thanks to Erik W. for these lyrics
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Copy to Clipboard: There's no rest for the weary just another day grinding up stones Till they turn into dust, it's tough, dimes in the rough Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit Bloody whips and small pox, trigger-happy cops Barbed wire and fire water, y'all it don't stop Whether colonizing game with the cross and the sword I threw the first spear and said "I declare war!" I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent Descendants of a long lineage of proletariat and peasant So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip I ride the rhythm and vibe a little whine talk Head get the concrete to line wit' your spine I speak to find peace but its war all the time It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father and doubt is not an option And now I can't be getting crunk and faded as often So get your hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough Boss, what cross? We got crucified by buckshots One million Jesuses and Judas got his nuts off Pages torn out the memory of those who remain shackled in the chains of international capital gain They claim civilize with they animal ways Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's But some days you can find me inscribed in my soul on the page every crime has an alibi Disciplined and organized is how I handle my New jacks are spending mad time on their battle rhymes I can't knock it if you find it entertaining I rep those whose labor ain't compensated So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Forty to a class, no wonder we delinquent Half the school district never make it to commencement I've been the spine of the track until it snaps Pops working overtime and he got a broken back Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intake But the song ain't a song waiting for God to answer Brothers call me "Dog", they got the letters backwards I'm back with a plan of attack to reposes my Main face in history y'all who wanna test My capacity to spit caliber shit into a rhythmic lesson And entertainment's a legitimate weapon Igniting the cipher sessions I'm deciphering life And blended both theory into practice I write Vernacular and actual fact Got no posturing A thousand points and fingers I defied every one of them I ride for my brethren who carry the burden of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain You better move Hold your head high soldier, it ain't over yet That's why we call it a struggle You're supposed to sweat Check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease If she raises up the rent again it's time to say "peace" Peace, peace and that's my piece It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast From the East my brother we came The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip So keep marching 'til your feet split open "No Rest For The Weary" Blue Scholars keep going Thanks to Erik W. for these lyrics
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