C-Rayz Walz - The Lineup [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Wordsworth]
Yo, class is in session
I'm in the lunchroom with a connection to have
Who's the best in this session is a dumb question to ask
Words, I'm on the dean's list (why?)
You got to be serious for cashing the gymnast
Missed this to see me spit
Teachers don't check or edit
They check your head and read it
Get extra credit
We got teacher's ed to get it
Dump your trace so we can just bang for three weeks
It's so crowded people sit on the table for seats
Students ain't returning to class
Not concerned if they pass (why?)
Because they learning more from me than they learn from they class
Rhymes in my mind plus my binder [???]
The picture won't even wind up
Because if I line up

[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]
Another face in the lineup
Unusual suspect
An angel, bang you
Change a square
Untangle
My mouth is a gun
Known to blast crews
I stay spitting like Chinese dudes and fast food
We come through with skills
Kill the many raw
Now give me mines for real
Like Gilbert Freddy's laws
Attention to the line punch
From the butter crunch
White drawer
Brother shine funk sonic
Better grind trunk
Whole boom bap crews
Take they boombox
Dynamite sticks in my hand
And boom box
Explosive
And I'm on the igniting
Trust me
Nobody wants this
Diarrhea
Why you fighting?

[Verse 3: J-Treds]
... my school days
J killin' it
Taking Kool-Aid
And dudes paid
Came to master it
My tools of the trade
Ain't cool that the game's cruel
And theules is the same
My love is spittin' fires
Or fuels to flame
Trying to play fools
Either upgrade or get treated to free lunch
Eat 'em up J
Cause when it pegs my stomach
You gon' see the fangs coming
With the fangs come the peace
That's the change a-coming
Cause we the freestyle authors
With a free trial offer
You wanted peace?
Wanna see a child in fosters?
We advice caution because
Killers line defence

[Verse 4: Thirstin Howl III]
Got my own lunch table
I don't go to this school
Even teachers raise they hands to talk to the dude
School guards act hard
Still nuff shook
They know my book bag full of everything but books
Walk the halls with my shorty
Drinking a 40
The dean couldn't caught me
But I heard the walkie talkie
Absent every day
Considered a truant
In the class by myself
Spitting this music
Pencils kept sharp
Ink pen weapons
Rambo, Radio
Melle Mel message
Towards the masters
Uncompleted
Hundred reasons I'll never be shit
Then reach out secret

[Verse 5: Vast Aire]
I like class like I like swords (swing)
If you ain't hard like boulevard erasure boards
Hesitate and get sent to the void
(But if survives) Man he caught the Kiloy
First of all you's a wind-up toy
I don't battle MCs
I kill androids
Teacher said, 'you're to loose in the head'
You don't get a gram cracker
You go straight to bed
Playtimes over, go to straight to special ed
Play with Simon
Do what he says
Professor X taught me best
How to levitate SP-12's at recess
The lineup, yo

[Verse 6: Breezely Brewin']
Hey yo, check my phonics
For sure get demonic
All grazed, all day
Get all A's in ho economics
Some fast times
Some [???] high
Freshman like core mellow
We are super seniors
We get super serious
Get strong, eat your veggies
Get a wedgie
Cheerleader
That won't sneak a peek
I can't respect this
Effervescent heads
Get a F for effort

[Verse 7: MF DOOM]
Who could turn a study hall into a bloody brawl
When they get it twisted
Like the funnies on a silly bloody ball
Ask not about the dome
The mask is hot
And he's not you man or your home mascot
Ras clot
How them fools sound
The third grade droput who trespassed on school grounds
Give 'em back for the kids like Nickelodeon
Made me fill out a app for custodian
With his record that's the only job that hire
Waight for the metal detectors and barb wire
With budge for 89
They hated
He made 'em wait for the lunch lady line
Told 'em he better stop or [???] pop
The only class he ever passed was metal shop
It's where he used to practice his tactics to spit oil
Don't drink the milk
The shit's spoiled