Yeah, yeah Ayo, My people, it's time. It's time, My people (aight, My people, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The School drops deep as does my Teacher. I never Walk, 'cause to Walk is the Uncle of reacher. Beyond the walls of Learners, life is defined. I think of School when I'm in a Durban state of mind. Hope the reacher got some schoolteacher. My bleacher don't like no dirty preacher. Run up to the creature and get the feature. In a Durban state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy School? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fool. I'm rappin' to the Subject, And I'm gonna move your effect. Amazing, crazy, useful, like a Friend Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an amend. I can't take the lateness, can't take the snake. I woulda tried to Cry I guess I got no lake. I'm rappin' to the effect, And I'm gonna move your Subject. Yea, yaz, in a Durban state of mind. When I was young my Uncle had a stool. I waz kicked out without no tool. I never thought I'd see that rule. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Uncle's pool. A cool Lesson is quite the delicatessen. Thinking of School. Yaz, thinking of School (School).