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lets go back to school to the old school
to the times when the single file lines was the rule
to the days that we had to study all the maps
the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps
the days when we used to have to wear the dunce caps
and the days when we used to bust the oldschool raps
sittin with your buddy studyin for ya test
lookin back so that you see up under betty's dress
couldnt wait for bells to ring so we can go to recess
to kick the battle rhymes just to see who was the best
there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade
i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made
but those seven rhymes we stole

Haymond College is only for the best students. All of the students come to learn the basics of life. Some come just to come, well, they were forced to come here. Rich people paid their way and smart people earned their way. No matter how you got here, you're here. There's no way out, until you pass that is. But, what if you dont pass? What will your parents think? Did you study for the tests? Did you go to any of the events? Did you even take your book with you? How about your brain?

note the way your toning
i gave the class a blast the way i smash my opponents
battlin was serious they've all ducked the fist
because i kick the funky fresh rhymes like fish
try to swing but they miss they miss like this
Rasheeda's on the monkey bars blowin me a kiss
throwin rhymes back and forth on the see saw
just to mess with him because i know that he saw
winkin at Latrice because i know that she saw
several suckas tried to push us down but we saw
these are the days when the tounge used to rule
recess is over lets go back to school

Haymond College was founded by Robert R. Haymond. Everyone teased him about his last name, since it had the word 'Hay' in it. To Robert, it wasnt so funny. Once he turned 32, he built the school. Yeah, it started off small, but soon grew. By 1925, more than 750 students attended the college. Now, the population has been like a rollercoaster, when year it's high, next it's low. Robert thought it was going fair. In 1956, Robert died and left the school in his son's hands. His son goes by the name of Richard S. Haymond.

goin back to school like Rodney Dangerfield
to the lunchroom where the cooks arrange a meal
ate the sloppy joe where my friends copy so
we can try to get more than emcees can flow
the fun fun fun funky able fable
i stake the style standin on the stable lunch table
finish up the rhyme so i can pass it to the next
throw em back and forth till we heard the bells flex
left the lunchroom went to the gymnasium
ut time to flow we call it a rap stadium

But these arent the only people living in this city. You have the real adults. Some mature, some immature. But either way, they're adults. These adults try to help out these reckless youngins the best way they can possibly can. Both are about to get a taste in the adult world.