Class Is in Session Songtext
von DJ Magic Mike

Here′s something for you to think about


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 and put a bullet in Roper
Shoot him twice in the head, make sure he′s dead
Go get another canine once the rhyme gets said
Mad Dog is in the house to rip your neck apart
Let the lesson start
Check out the situation that brings frustration
It's happening throughout the nation
In society it has been planted
A look at a race that take things for granted
If the black man appears to have dough
People think he's selling blow
Every race is included in this conclusion
Even blacks get caught up in the illusion
Falling into the hype of the stereotype
Open up your head to the rhymes I recite
′Cause you allow your mind to be programmed
Now you think your own race ain′t worth a damn, man
You lookin' down on yourself in that niche direction
That′s why class is in session

Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session


Class is in session and the professor is gonna address the topic
Of how the government treats the less endowed
'Cause it ain′t no secret
You gotta have big money to get fair treatment
There's unfair crime protection
Depending on money and your connections
For the rich they come correct with respect
The cops are in check, on that you can bet
Turn around and look to the other side of town
Where the buildings are broken and run down
Youth get shot by the atrocities
The cops on a rampage like rats through the city
They′re supposed to be chillin', stop the crimes
Instead they're illin′ and takin′ lives
Takin' bribes from crime pros
Harassin′ all those that stand up for
The rights of the less than street hoes
Miami's finest, Miami′s slimiest
And I'm getting so damn tired of this
Don′t think that the government don't know
They don't care, just to the polls you don′t go
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

Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session

Now don't get me wrong, I like to party
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
Open your sight to the unseen
Wipe away the fog so your vision can be clean
See the rights and the wrongs
′Cause to get along with this life you gotta 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 you′re trusting the lowlife mother
Just because you thought you had something in common, yeah
This is how it seems, Robbie
Those that slept 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 tryin' to leave behind me
I gotta make it to the 21st century
Madness is on the mic, Magic′s on the beat
And the jam's complete
Livin' life to the fullest ′cause life is a blessing
Class is out of session

Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session
Class is in session