Leaders Of The New School

(Busta)
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
yo, yo, yo, I can't understand
why the parents and the teachers
and everybody trying to o the kids
the young generation yo,
what's the deal brah, Charlie Brown, man

(Charlie Brown)
I don't know what the deal is
you hafta ask my partna Dinco D
yo yo tell us D tell us D
mass confusion g, i don't know what's up
hey yo man

(it's just another case of that old pta)

huh man

(Dinco D)
in school I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare
and other types of rhymes to show you that I (care)
but things like together forever to you my only one (only one)
it was special I can say it was another one
you would say someone's knocking at my window
(KNOCK KNOCK)
someone's ringing my bell
(DING DONG)
it's about two in the morning
(HEY YO G, WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?)

(it's just another case of that old pta)

but never the less here goes to show my potential
and even though our love was three-dimensional
one (me) two (you) three (your pops) now what am I to do
I had to transform into educated lad
going around doing chores for your dad
playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes
chilling with pop just listen to the blues
and talking to your mom about a love for her daughter
suggesting to me that I just oughta
watch myself
(INCH BY INCH)
watch myself
(AND USE SOME SENSE)
so I did
(HEY)
it didn't do a damn thing
but a case to complain, so now i sing

(it's just another case of that old pta)

(Busta)
ROAARRR Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous
always misbehaving and mischeivous
causing aggravation i'll never pause
pushing out spit balls through plastic straws
(IN CLASS)
in gym i got caught at last
for ligthing up the courtyard grass
(HEY)
teacher, teacher, go to the flesh
(Busta Rhymes liked to killed the complex)
hey yo
in class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl
(WHAT?)
the teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah
(NO NO NO)
I'm not with detention no no with suspension
a child's wickeddy wild the Calbridge Hill styles
teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my mommy
now when she gets home, she's gonna wear out the body
I hate this relationship, the mom and teacher
when she reaches home hey yo she knows that I reached ya
ok, of today I am the new school, pray
between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

(it's just another case of that old pta)

(Charlie Brown)
AAHHH
yo teachers hate me the girls don't take me
because I'm C Brown
(CLASS CLOWN)
gettin still AAH sometimes i chill yo
depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
sometimes i leave an apple that's rotten and (BROWN)
no where to be found
poll tax on sheets, five days a week
arrive in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep
but I didn't do it
(YOU DID IT)
I'm suspended
(YOU WAS WIT' IT)
and now it's time to pay for the crime
that I never got caught like Judge Wapner
(BAM! take on the court)
a room of teachers, parents, and preachers
a principal and one kid dress in sneakers
case of brown versus the board
(ORDER ORDER)
yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter
I pleaded my case
AAH
face to face
AAH
it was a waste
and everyone was in place yo
he announced me guilty you have
(THREE HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR DAYS)
of detention to serve
(SOME NERVE)
I felt this could be from (PISSED)
the head of the board said "case dismissed"
as I walk out the room I hear them say
AAHYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEE

(its just another case of that old pta)

-conversation-

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (Repeat 4x)

(Charlie Brown)
My mind, ready to go, it's time
I gotta gotta know, where I'm going in L-I-F-E
A constant headache for Charlie B
But I take an asprin and sleep
For a bit, then I dream about making more hits
Wake up, it's not funny
The rent is due and I don't got the money
The landlord says "Get out"
Sorry to hear that, no doubt
I WORK for a jerk that can't understand
Pride and soul cause I'm a man
Minimum wage in the age of the future
Move too slow, damn, it might shoot ya
Make fools out of me and you
I sit relax and just continue
To (to) think (think) that there is
Just too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (Repeat 2x)

(Dinco D)
Got up this morning (Too much)
Still sleepy and yawning (Too much)
My stomach is growling (Too much)
The bus is crowding (Too much)
I told my boss I'm getting paid (Too less)
So I quit, and sit with my last check
I go to the mall and can't get fresh
For 99 dollars and 95 cents
Plus, I don't want to hear it
There's too much on my mind and I can hear it
Calling for the D-I-N-C-O
Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go
Nah, I'm not running, I'll just say no
And go and tell my homeboy Jerell
He can't spell but he knows, relief
(He can't spell but he knows relief)

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (Repeat 4x)

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

Do this (Do that) Go here (Go there)
It's too much on my mind

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

No money (No job) No home (No life)
It's too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (Repeat 4x)

(Busta Rhymes)
Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you're down and beat
You're all by yourself in a little corner, no one to help you
Yo, it's like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self
Do the little things on your own
Strive hard, strive for perfection
And I'm a tell you one thing
Leaders of the New School, definitely gonna rule things
>From our beginning time, till forever, peace

Milo: Aiyo, this is Cut Monitor Milo
Know what you do before you get involved with it

(Charlie Brown) + (Leaders of the New School)
Just when ya
Just when ya
(Just when ya thought it was safe!)
KO, now let your homeboy in on the scoop (scoop)
Yo, but now your life is turning for a loop (a loop)
And things (and things) yo, aren't so great in paradise
Shit, your friend (friend) is kickin' it to your girl (girl. Girl? Girl!)
Left you (left you) leavin' you (leavin' you) and now you just contemplate suicide
(Just when you thought it was safe!)

(Busta Rhymes) + (Leaders of the New School)
Man, to smoke that white rock jumbo (jumbo)
You should have known it was a no-no (no-no)
It's stunning (stunning)
But now you're living foul and slumming
You thought it was okay (okay)
To sex that girl without a condom (condom)
You know you had your sex pandemonium (monium)
But instead (instead) with AIDS you lay on your death bed
(Just when you thought it was safe!)

(Dinco D) + (Leaders of the New School)
My man, to take that plane over seas (the seas)
And then the terrorist group the Killer Bees (the Bees)
Claims a bomb is on board your flight
And due to explode in the boom (B-B-B-Bang!)
Now you're on a mission to nowhere (nowhere)
Like an innocent victim, it's sad
Quite a shock, and really disturbing
(Just when you thought it was safe!)

Charlie Brown: Yo man, I heard you was with my girl behind my back man
Busta Rhymes: I wasn't with her G

(Just when you thought it was safe!)

Busta Rhymes: With your base pipe and your rock, now you're slummin', G

(Just when you thought it was safe!)

Dinco D: I'll pass on the Sandals and walk, you know what I'm sayin'

(Just when you thought it was safe
to live, safe to trust
But then again... na na na IT REALLY WASN'T!)

(Busta Rhymes) + (Leaders of the New School)
Safe is the way of the mind (the mind)
To avoid trouble, risk you may find (may find)
All those (all thouse) we may (we may) huh, live in a trifling time

(Charlie Brown) + (Leaders of the New School)
Yo, yo but then again (again)
Think of the whole equation (what?)
If life and death are negative (or a positive)
Judged by the actions of your soul

(Dinco D) + (Leaders of the New School)
I said time after time after time (time)
Things may fall out of line (outa line)
So consider (consider) my whole agenda (agenda)
The Leaders have seen a new sign of peace (peace)
Equality (equality)
Busta Rhymes: Amongs man, woman and child
Charlie Brown: Yo be safe and secure (righteous and pure)
cause now is when times gets wild

(Just when you thought it was safe!) {*4X*}

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
remember the days when I was walking and talking
doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do
off into my walked dawn missions, why?
cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
only nice in the days looking down the road
seeing beatiful girls with the car load
yeah yeah yeah they are screaming,
wish I had a little ride on my own,
but since I don't there is my sobb story
my missions will continue as I keep on stalking
stamina was dying from the constant walking
right before the moment I began to car to my man Ridle
who had a some moving on
I tought he wouldn't know that's my dying
where are the others nammy you beat and kept driven
now in my heart they do a big hole
cos my little, little, little toes
started jumping on my end soul
it was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got pride
it's time to get my own ride
I came up with the scheme and got paid
I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray
when I got my transport, I got kind of steam G up
cos I got cherry pet further
now I'm feeling good cos I'm off my feet,
man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
and they saying:
my name is Sharina, my name is Busta
my name is Tonia, my name is Busta
my name is Dianna, my is Busta
and what do you take me for the little loco push over
no shame in my game cos that's how I got this
and when I return the playback everybody gets pist
and now I am the man fielding all the glory
and when you rise down and gone, just remember that

Chorus:
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
IT'S THE SOBB STORY, THE SOBB STORY

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: Charlie Brown
red like green like 1, 2, 3
here comes the hop along kid Charlie B.
I'm constantly moving with my walkman kicking
my bunnions are crying beaving plicking
please, please, get into the vehicle
I stop at Dave's ave.,
figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, Charlie" was a coming reply
I didn't forget about the girl in the sidekick
the rubber don't system in the swallow kid
C drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
hey Charlie Brown, where you go?
well I have to purchase to get
smoke from the rubber word up to my neck
girls wear goochie and their friends way fendy
wall ally a walker to get fairly
just a beep beep an ocasional way
the table's turn, now she got play
lunchtime Marty and Deon
Jonhy Guills, Diego Stroy, and Dacon
sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
stress it's a mess I decided to work
but it's hard to work when your boss is a jerk
I sweat floors and drive to get mine
my amigos with Dinco D, Milo and Busta Rhymes
wreck top kickbox galooine Brown who's the clown
remember the

chorus
repeat

now I remember Rod when he first got his sobb
didn't have a job and his car was a mob more brothers
he never knew from jack and when his car win flact
they wouldn't inject
and when his car was in the shop they wouldn't stop buy
they've say "hi" on the reply but back came Rob
to the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, wanna hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody got money for gass?"
"nah, not me"
"I don't, don't ask"
"I got it, come on"
"watch out, we gonna crash!"
roll away now Rob just walking like me
the D to the O and the middle INC
ans some say MV I say all empty
and now he just walking my sobb story

Chorus
repeat

[Dinco D]
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim
Sex on our minds while I was in her system
Girls with them beatiful, fellas the same
A freak said "Hi" and we all yelled "Train!"
So we continue on our mission to get some POONANIE!
The girl we just met is not worth the MONEY!
She's just hot and ready to serve
Three cool swell brothers who had the nerve
To approach her, throat her, along with the action
She said it's cool making love in this fashion

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It's all in the same it's how the wheels turn [x2]

[Charlie Brown]
Engine number one! (Yes engine number two?)
Yo tell me what's the problem! (Don't you think you can solve them?)
Of course I can (I know you can) We know you can!
So I prepare to make a dance to prove that I'm the man
At first she said "I'm not with the Amtrak"
Gently I convinced her to lay upon her back
All aboard! The brothers coming in, I heard the jigga jigga
So let the fun begin
She got to ride the shotgun dropping off next stop!
On and on, but it still ain't enough
I guess it's left up to engine number three
(To get what?) What? To get aboard those

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It's all in the same it's how the wheels turn [x2]

[Busta Rhymes]
Got on the train and rode the express (Yeah rode the express)
??? in the clit of pure bliss
Slim trim, that's what I want to get hitting (Some trim)
And knock the boots off of the slim thing, where did you get in?
>From the jeep counter and that was it
She felt against my skin, so once I was ready to begin
To blow up the engine (Engine)
A let my best friends ride on the train
(The train!) The train (The train!)
The ch-ch-ch-ch-ch train! C'mon, c'mon

[Interlude from Grandmaster Flash's "Superrappin'"]
Huh! Take the train, take the train, take the train!
Huh! Take the train, take the train, take the train!
It was a party night and every was breaking
The eyes was screaming and the bass was shaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows
That (Milo's) on the beatbox, knowing that (Milo's) on the beatbox!
Knowing that (Milo's) on the beatbox. gooooooooing...
And, and, and, and, sha-nah-nah!

Get 'em up, move 'em in, get 'em out, move 'em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles
Get 'em up, move 'em in, get 'em out, move 'em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles

[Dinco D]
As I return on my return trip
I had to roll and make this girl flip
So I said, "Fellas?" (Yeah?)
Should I do it like this? (No!) Like that? (No!)
Then why is she yelling "Go Dinco go!"
Sweating the pain off, letting it drain off
Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft
Never the measure, this is the pleasure
Are you gonna ride again?

[Charlie Brown]
Yo, never!
Never I'll take your advice
But let me get off my rock, homeslice
Time was just not on my side
Hour after hour it was a long ride
Thinking how I got in so deep
My lolipop shop just would not sleep
Rocking the body in and out like a party
Screaming and creaming, "Come on Charlie!"
Cause (Charlie says!) I love to rock the body
(Charlie says!) It really rings a bell
(Charlie says!) I love to rock the house now
Yo Busta Rhymes throw down!

[Busta Rhymes]
The train was worth the long trip
I threw the Rough Rider with the broad hip
Plugged it in and broke the backbone
Like sea to the salt, yo, players grow
Just by adding a little bit of fluid
Busta rode endless to the cut is chewing
Riding and riding, slipping and sliding
The bulletproof board is a ??? combining
In the calm invasion of me and you
One plus one, it equals two
After I did what I had to do
Then subtracted me and I jetted on you, honey
You, yeah you, baby

Good afternoon Mr. Mangini (Good afternoon)
Yeah, I've got ahh.. three problems in my class (Mmmhmm)
The first one is the Dinco D (Yeah right)
He's always zoning out, spacing (Put him in detention!)

(Dinco D)
Don't ring the bell I'm not comin to CLASS
Teachers bein preachers how the hell can I PASS?
First day of school and would zone to the rear
with a blind spot view and a one leg chair
I asked when WHAT when WHAT when class ends
The teacher points at the door: "Go be with your friends!"
YUP! My rep was in effect to keep in step
So I stopped to drop bombs for a check
Cause all I learned was when where why what and who
And then I asked "Do you think this is true?"
OUT! like a strike that's three and a number
Public education is makin some dumber
Further and further away, doin it out of sight
In a year the young, teacher should teach right
No class for a pupil without a pass but gun
Back in to pass but now in ninety-one
B-BALL wavin pom-poms to cheers
Screaming for the team, who asks "Where do we go from here?"

Second problem is the C Brown (Yeah right?)
He's always playing kazoos (Uh-huh) Making outrageous noises (Right)
Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (Yo put him in detention too!)

(Charlie Brown)
Welllll, how now brown cow?
Make the girls go OOOH-AHH-OOOH-AHH!
School is shaky, sometimes flaky
Plenty frustrating, cheesy and cake-y
Why? AHH Why? AHH
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I was never on time
Always cuttin, goin to the GYM
Stem and then I hear it's him
The one, THE ONE, C Browwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn
This extra curriculum is beating them down
Ask the teachers, to teach me somethin
I can use, because they're teachin me nothin
I tried to comply his lies, never dies
insides, so I replied
"What about life? The real (THE REAL)
uncut uncensored deal (DEAL)"
I must not go AHH in class
I won't pass, at last for the blast
Stop the brainwash, hang out to dry
Nonsense I'm convinced it's lies
Truth to the youth is necessary
Important? Damn! I'd say very
March! HUT ONE HUT TWO!
C'mon, March! HUT THREE HUT FOUR!
I'd say just educate yourself
Don't depend on your school for help
Read and write, cause it's, evidence
Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin us NONSENSE

Now last but not least it's a Busta Rhymes
(Yeah I know which one you're talking about)
He's always talking to the girls, talking in class
starting trouble, throwin spitballs
(Yeah he's a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!)

(Busta Rhymes)
YO!! Wake up in the morning to a big fat WOW!
Gotta get to school, on time anyHOW!
In school, the brainwash epidemic
Gotta hit em back with a rhyme calisthetic
Got enough beef with the kids who be switchin
Now I'm in school, and yo the teacher starts riffin
this and that, and yo it's all irrelevant
As I get older gotta build my own intelligence
TEACHER, what are you doin
Is it my rhymes that you're really tryin to ruin
Back of the class then I come FORTH
The water lies between us, it's time to CROSS
Me being the younger, him the elder
If we were in a war, he thinks I surrender
Kids on the block just scramblin AHHH
Cause the teacher's in class just babblin OOOH
They're teachin nonsense, teachin total nonsense
Then they wonder why we so disobedience
HUH, he tried to break my back
HUH, I come, like black on the attack
Young and the Restless, teacher don't test this
If you try to front, you'll be sure to get this
POW BOOM BANG, straight to the grill
Teach the truth yo, relax and chill
Pronunciation, vexed I'm pissed
Yo my man you better stop teachin us that nonsense
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
There it go like that!

Alright Mr. Mangini, aahh, what do you suggest that we do
about Busta Rhymes, Charlie Brown, and Dinco D?
(Those three problems? They're never gonna amount to anything anyway
Throw em all out, expel em)

HELL NO! WE WON'T GO! *repeat and fade*

Some people don't understand(x4)

The inner soul and the thoughts
Of the Inner Mind's Eye.

Front line 510 to 710 I'm back again
So we send and extend.
Peace to all it's the plural oral B the
Urban rural publicity Afrocentricity
Satellites coincide unifying it's time.
To climb avidly apparently reality
Below zero it makes you pale no color
For the bleach for seasons many reasons.
Equinox equator now who's the raider
And who's the soul who stole the surface?
Sacrifice slice commanding
I'm demanding official awareness we
Share this common understanding.

Word is bond and I give my
Life before my word shall fall,
Do me a favor listen up y'all.
We got to activate social
Activity for one common cause,
Cherish your mind or you will
Perish.
Nigga, relax your temper, so
We can live up to our nature
As civilized men
Everytime we live savage-like, we
Damage like the heads of our
Young little seeds.
Oh! my gosh damn pressure makes,
My eye balls bleed, since when
Was my mind really freed,
it's kind of ill when you don't
Know what time or whose time
You are livin' in, this is the earth
We exist within.
Damn
My mind keep swellin'
While in my inner soul keeps
Tellin' my anger & hate, while
In my verses, I keep yellin'
Let's do this, let's do this,
Let's make a change, so I could
Stop feelin' strange, making a fool out of myself like I am deranged
You better believe it gotta stop.
Yes it gotta stop, word is bond
God! Word is Bond!
I'll be coming around the mountian
Mountain
Mama mia more money nonstop
Solar sex the believer of breather
Taking on all sorts of shit
The devil his wife son daughter
And don't let me see you shoot no dogs
My pit will sit seed in all frequent paths
Infa-ray fake laughs relay or may
I say DJ away okay we stay
Hay play afraid touche uma
Might spray who I'm at least to
Say can really dig it man really
Dig it damn smack deep right in
The mind jack flash jump start
Signing off time often givin' up
Ending up next in line

Chorus repeated once: Busta Rhymes, Dinco D & Charlie Brown

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style

Verse 1:
When it comes to shoutouts
Boogie Brown is here don't fear.
The clear just step to it. Now I drive.
Come alive from the bottom to the top.
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop.
But?(I know you, and you know me)
C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D.
That's deep as I look at all the videos.
Wack stage shows, wack page flows.
Biters non-rythm writers. (Example the sample).
It was an age under and a stage back.
The girlie's screaming she's having a cardiac.
Like epileptic seizures no
Amnesia comatose double dose Anaesthesia.
Damn. (DAMN) should I say.
What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yo
Come do me, it's done or rather should I say it's on.
The mental instrumental I continue with.
My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of
The East Coast stomp. Fam understand.
Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover.

Verse 2:
(It's just another case) Wow! (Base).
Why is everybody always picking on me.
Now let's see our games played.
I'm Donkey Kong fat freak the notes.
Flip the script run the jewels.
(The Leaders Of The New School).
Yet I shine when I rhyme (You know, you know)
Always remember the scenario.

Syntax Era

Chorus

Verse 3:
For the Harper Valley Pete's sake tea makes.
A great ace in a hole
You cheated gold, only sold to who
Was told now trembling remembering
When I timberland and down listen wait.
Who's that coming around sounding like that sound.
I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! wn.
Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun.
I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters
That come from all over the place to trace the base.
Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though.
Oh no, no more security.
Nets straight human casualties
call for raw regrets in beat societies.
Lessons must speak,
Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long.
Life leaders let loose leading leftbacks.
And misguided youth letting leaks lack.
Levels of truth. Look ma' no hands.
Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking.
Could we be above average not savage,
But near newly more duty, more than terror.
Peace to my girl.
"Whoops?Syntax Era!

Chorus

Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
Copy cat do this, do that.
Wanna do something ?
Do this.
Chicky chaka chubaka.
Gitty getty gothca.
Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin'
Rugged culture musikal Hip-Hop! I be lovin'
Gimme, gimme, gimme something.
Gimme something for nothing.
Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you.
Hickory, dickory.
Hay watch out for the trickery.
What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity.
Hey Mr. Sneaky-one don't try to read my mind.
Just worry about getting yours, because I'm getting mines.
Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music.
Livin' forever.
Whatever, whatever.
We live in an era where errors aren't made to
Remain an error, but I think that's kinda better.
Understand that word and how you use it.
Rap is business music, Hip-Hop is cultural music.
Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb.
Dance around because you know that we doin' it for fun.
Flippin' and trippin'.
You little sorry sucker you slippin'
Lay over my lap bacause I'm gonna
Give you a whippen.
Trippin', dippin' and winin'
Stop the damn crying.
I don't know what you tryi! n'
You better stop lyin'.
With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better.
As I come straight.
Check my Syntax Era.

Word to God, 1993, shit is solid.

2nd Chorus repeated three times:

We are the L. (What!)
We are the O. (What!)
We are the N. (What!)
We are the S. (What!)

Chorus repeated three times

[Milo]
Bust this as I construct this like a blunt
Ropie dope, first quarter just start
Now people in the dance me au beh uni
Uni uni, fe big up in '92
No link to dust, watch brain cells bust
As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit
You walking on shakey ground, call it warned
Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S.
Mr. Distress take a long rest
And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more
See you no more, got classic material wall to wall

[Dinco D]
Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh
Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest
Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads
Caress chest may relieve stress, so
Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a
Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours?
Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics
Come running up to me, the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?)
Which sees for insight within the C down
With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.)
10-4 not Milo (follow me)
Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC
Well no time to play, LP it in time
It's just another case, hey but I place
Place another fact and exact I come (Oh!)
Classic Material we reign number one

Classic Material, Classic Material
L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material
Classic Material, Classic Material
Everybody, we got the Classic Material

[Charlie Brown]
Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer
Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year
365, 24/7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping
Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word
Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book
Perhaps? (No haps!)
If so (Hip-hop!) Make 'em make 'em clap
Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap
A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E, now see what I say
C. Brown reflections of black (And!)
The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts
Give me a hit (Hit!) for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic
No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it
Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial
Power from the L-shaped room
L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom!

[Busta Rhymes]
When I make my music, I got the classic material
When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial
Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal
Historical styles combines with new musical
L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual
When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual
Mental, physical, then we come spiritual
Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional
We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical
Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical
Numerical as we move down like a decimal
(East Coast Stomp!) Cause you know that is the principle
Look at here, what you see is four individuals
This time, you know we're going to form in institutional
So that we can become one and become more powerful
You're living mystical, I-
dentify yourself as you face the universal
Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal
Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial
T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the

Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material
You know we got Material, Classic Material
Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material!

DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)

Verse 1:Dinco D
They got my brother locked down in Connecticut.
Confederate "D?we can better it.
But yo, I'm illiterate to the little bits.
Until the fat pigs billys bent philly.
Scent when way I went rent make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push push push in
The bush mop drop the pains.
In ink a document approximate
It's a quarter to cut throat headless
Hole bedless tall I figure factor.
Crack the smack police man better be
Strap step step yep it's a hit hit.
Run run, ha hon it's another father's
Saw son from behind caught up in time. But my mind and his mind make all
Mind equal, but it's a daily reminder.

Verse 2: Busta Rhymes
Escape from the killer tree, yes.
Everybody run and come follow me.
Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack.
Other forces trying to reveal my other
Sources, following my courses.
Fiding on the back of horse.
Trilly, trally, I dilly, dally my way.
Through the alley.
Remember that we will wreck from the east
All the way to Cali.
To those that are hungry, come get a
Taste of this sound,
Hey people you know that we're
Gonna get on down.
This is your daily reminder, so
Remember as we move right to the center,
You know we gonna be your number one
Contender.
As I capture through the rapture.
Subliminally undercover, yes my dome is
Chrome on the front of my album cover.
As I mention, people follow the ways of imperfection,
Float like suspension, oozing out of a pimple like infection.!
Hip-Hop resurrection, at the drop of a quarter,
Drop another rhyme with a new order.
Come follow me, come follow me man,
Doing everything that I can so we could live a little better
If we only could remember.
As we find the original 3-ring binder
Rewinder the time back to the original daily reminder.

Verse 3: Charlie Brown
May I say the rythm will flow and then
You will know that's it's OK.I'm rippin'
and rhymin' yes never the less everyday
hysterical lyrical miracle L.O.NS., L.O.N.S.
Yes, yes, y'all y'all. Yes yes, y'all y'all.
The Boogie tie Brown, the Boogie tie Brown,
My manifestation hits. The monitor Milo always on the mix.
The capitalistic unrealistic move with tie.
Pitch in style step with tie rep and rec.
Flip to the vibe I bet girls river
Wet quiver yet don't sweat. Of course
To the source just move with the force.
Oof course across what do you know
People they got feeling p! ros Jos! Froze
1-1 2-2 3-3 4-4 coming stunning. 1 and million plus
We're raw wanna make 'em live side to the side is doom and
There'll be no more games like keepers or finders you're
Taking off your binders 'cause it's a daily reminder.

DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)

Verse 1: Charlie Brown

Bring one MC, two MC, three MC.
Send any MC's. It doesn't matter to me.
Sterp up like a thief in the night.
No wins and I begin. My third eye is bright.
Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D.L.
Who fell, yeah time will tell.
The Leaders Of The New.
The #1 crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
Wanna skin up (big up, big up).
It's a race against the clock, and I can't stop countdown,
hear the sound see Boogie Brown..
(Uptown Saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from New York,
word life. You know I can kick it.
At my show on the down low, you're sellin' wolf-tickets.
Ha Ha, the trigger I'm tryin' to tell ya.
Now my nigga, I'm getting larger and bigger the factor
here to Cockalak! a crack that back like a chiropractor
just the collective my perspective to be
effective is the main objective.
(Warriors come out and? props me say me nots.
Any violations won't be tolerated.
Let's not debate it if you hate it, 'cause I made it.
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included,
in a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
Checka check it out.
East Coast stomp in action for rich or for poor.
We created the fashion left (foot),
right (foot), stomp (stomp).
Leaders Of The New School do the East Coast stomp.

Well it's a quarter
Quarter. Quarter. Quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.
A quarter. Quarter. Quarter. Quarter.
Quarter to cutthroat.

Verse 2: Dinco D.

It's the power of importance making people act as is compare fair.
From here to there, fair seems a little quiz
So question what I conquer as Kruger kills a kid
My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid
Bring 'em in, bring em in
See the clock on the wall with one eye open.
Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut.
Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win,
then plenty a many men
With any if any trend came rename fame shame
To backspin speakin' spic spans off spills of crack bins
So get your action. Right locating jaws draw.
Bite mars is mourned warned rating.
Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics.
Mix vega a quarter woters.
What you get when you're broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering
Ting-a-ling-a-ling (Ding).
Right on to Milo on the dot.

Verse 3: Milo

You want strength, what strength.
What you really want strength.
Milo in the dance is on Chee.
Lippie L.O.N.S. lenght. Now 'nuff respect to the sekel set.
Seeking section for recovery.
D me a beg uni.
Don't bother me. "Why, ooh?
Because I and I am the one they call
de pum pum docter no bother.
Get vex because I og check your daughter.
Ideal Punnie make the I feel better.
Me naw. Want to put me wood in the wall of fire.
One step, two step. Make you reach little high.
You askin' why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh.
Inna me carkey suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party.
Party respect to yardie it's a rude, boy.
Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass the Heini, onset offset.
No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the New school law.
You better be in by sundown.
Sending death threats from miles around.
Busta bust down with the surround sound.
Tic tac tic. Ready to pickins Hip-Hop easy listning.
Time to take order 'cause it's a quarter to cut.
What, what you can't front.

Chorus

Verse 4: Busta Rhymes

No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics.
Fiasco, Fiskell, Siskel and Ebert.
Criticism, devilish exorcism.
I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms.
Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass.
All gridlock thinking. You better think fast, Quick!
Because I'm riffling down the stifling,
trifling sound who's killing who, times killing you.
Stupid. You need to sweat yourself. Don't sweat nobody else.
I got my own perspiration check the conversation.
Minutes away, your ass is through dealing.
Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling.
It's detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly
In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity.
Wack germs. You're like a cureless growing disease.
Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. Discharge cheese.
Ha, ease. Ha, substract counteract enemies, Ha.
Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding
getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading.
Before you striked, you caught a stroke.
Now you're half-dead nigga, 멵ause it's a quarter to cutthroat

Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!!
Quarter to cutthroat !!!!!!!! (Fading)

Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the city's still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you wanna be
Yeah, what you wanna be
Night swimming in her diamond dress
Making small circles move across the surface
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking wrong
Yeah, for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
Day breaking on the boulevard
Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
Light swimming right across your face
And you think maybe someday, yeah
Maybe someday
For all you know
Yeah, this could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
Yeah, for all you know
For all you know
Yeah, for all that you know
This is what you wanna be
Girl, what you wanna be