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flow season - class in session lyrics

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[verse 1: fleeze]
alright quiet down
i’m 22 and i just started the do
ima spit sh-t ridiculous like i am back in school
sitting in the back of cl-ss
on my -ss, getting daps from wack
pointing out the sub, like
who the f-ck are you?

[verse 2: wack]
not my teacher
i wish i could say i’m pleased to meet ya
no greeting gift i’m afraid
i just brought this middle finger
equipped for slinging and slaying
amazing ways to say that
i’m the main event
now, what’s your name again?

[verse 3: fleeze]
oh right sorry
i forgot to introduce
cl-ss is back i guess
and i just got way less to lose
see, i am fleeze, f-cker
and i’ll make you feel like sh-t
make you itch, feel like skeeze
when you see me on your b-tch

[verse 4: wack]
it’s wack, buddy
this is not the cl-ss for acting funny
you lackey hacks are lacking sacks
your rosy nose is runny
f-ck around and get your notepads jacked
you look shook
this is textbook macking on tracks

[hook: fleeze]
cl-ss is in session
you don’t need no books
just to listen, keep quiet
don’t worry ‘bout the looks
yes, to them, we are crooks
not to mention
none of those guys really like getting shook

[verse 5: wack]
i’m digging ditches
and dipping off in the distance
i’m feigning physical fitness
like zipping off on a ten speed
the mental image
of me and martin mcguinness
with many muscular women
is merely meek to this emcee
i’m screaming treason and running up
on you h-llish heathens
i’m bringing demons into the booth
and the beat’s the deacon
d-mn son
what’s the damage done?
get about three bars deep
‘fore the lord weeps
and vanishes

[verse 6: fleeze]
i been despicable to the episcopal
shout profanities out from the back
during sunday school
beating on the deacons and preachers
as they relieve me from the demons
i’ve been feeding
and keep in my chest as heathen
steaming, seething
asking for the -ss beating
no daps since then
i been much too busy scheming
tryna draw to the max
my plan of attack
so when you hear a beat
you always pray to fleeze and wack

[hook: fleeze]
cl-ss is in session
you don’t need no books
just to listen, keep quiet
don’t worry ‘bout the looks
yes, to them, we are crooks
not to mention
none of those guys really like getting shook



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