KIC Beats - High School sh** lyrics

[Intro] Alright We got a rap battle going on today [Hook: Torae] This what you call that old high school sh** That your school not better than my school sh** I can't listen to them lies you spit You gonna homecoming for real, I was saying? Yeah it's that high school sh** That your school is not better than my school sh** I can't listen to them lies you spit You gonna homecoming for real, keep playing [Verse 1: Masta Ace / Torae] This what you call that old high school rivalry I'm about to go in on your school entirely Y'all grades be the opposite of straight A's The hallways full of conflicts and melees You straight craze and your school's for the weirdos A bunch of queer bro's in heels and weird clothes Your mascotte get backshots, to share folder A whole team full of zero's, what you here for? Half your school bang, the rest are into dealing Your old a** school got asbestos in the ceiling And the gas leaking, lead paint is on the walls And mad dudes and broads be fainting in the hall Comparing your school to mine just ain't smart Aside from the girls is burning, ya ain't hot The dean is a fiend, the principal smoke pot And the halls is so dirty that the roaches broke out Man, look at your school and look at my school Yours just more like a jail than a high school Run by the head of detectives, metal detectors Cops in every cla** cause they better protect us Yo check this, our schools ain't in the same league Your lunch lady got a mustache and gold teeth You meet your demise from meeting my lines From snacking on the murder burgers and suicide lines [Hook: Torae] This what you call that old high school sh** That your school not better than my school sh** I can't listen to them lies you spit You gonna homecoming for real, I was saying? Yeah it's that high school sh** That your school is not better than my school sh** I can't listen to them lies you spit You gonna homecoming for real, keep playing [Verse 2: Torae / Masta Ace] You really shouldn't do this, I think it's best to listen I'm about to give this dunge rat attention Your team starts at five, designed to ride benches Your only championships is Special Olympics I heard your basketball coach got a baby by a tenth grader He'll be changing diapers on the bench later During the time out in the game that ya losing bad Arguing with his point guard about who's the dad? I warned you son but you just wouldn't heed The editor of your school paper can not read Your prom queen Steve his floor burns on the knees And most likely to succeed, nah mean Your school nurse is obese and got diabetes Putting Robitussin on her broken finger The gym teacher dropped like five CD's And your lunch lady swears that's she the dopest singer I smack Catholics in boarding schools Your Delaney Card name reads born to lose Your cla** valedictorian forty two Ya better tell 'em who he talking to, warn this dude Please you can't spell valedictorian Ain't no chance that you can win this war we in You better tell these Dowey boys, all we do is spit And sit, we on that high school sh**, yeah