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letra de applied knowledge - language arts crew

[intro: clint westwood]
we’re language arts crew representing right here in san jose, california. hey. hey [?]. (what?). salute [for you?], san jo!

[verse 1: qs zeus]
yo, i wind up on some tight sh-t
i’m high in mineral vitamin hype—[hit our?] morning segment ‘til your sign split
i light cerebral cores. i’ll leave you fiending for even more
might even sink the doors doing city tours with the floor
bounce, put your hands up! this-is-for-the-town sh-t
countdown to anthem—l be the chancellor
yo, this is for your b-tch sl-t
courage is pit on a lover’s significant. if you feeling it, throw your fists up!
even if you’re p-ss-drunk
invisible rituals slip into your system with your [?]—get your bud
[move into?] your lips just for the h-ll of it. relevance
hasn’t been prevalent ever since the summer of ’77
it’s intelligence, weapons of every element
sever the heads and tell the b-tch stephen’s the new development
i stand to benefit heavily from the enemy
so i keep you closer than a friend would be (technically)

[hook: qs zeus]
i slide but your mind forgot it
language arts. we ignite, defy logic
the white prophets live and die honest
in the meantime, apply your knowledge
i slide but your mind forgot it
language arts. we ignite, defy logic
the mic prophets live and die honest
in the meantime, apply your knowledge

[verse 2: vric enoh]
we spit junk like a dump truck, you dumbf-cks, and untuck
bump and get your tongue stuck. bump in gums like donuts
we pump jokes when some bounce and pop off by like gunshots
a lullaby of tonguef-ck—should have kept your mouth shut
so rattle on and babble songs of nonsense
we know you’re less than honest like “who could take your comments?”
“’cause he said that she said that he said that i did”
we play you like a pirate and leave you only eyelids
‘cause it’s l-a-n-to-the-g-u-a-g-e a-r-t-s
we heat that leave your feet defeat and beat your brain to speechless
even defeat your shirts in the dryer. listen, the [dinos sick and i try?]
lac the bus in the rhythmic sky, setting speed on the wicked device
talking’ll get you the bullsh-t. give it a little bit of the focus
releasing faulty notions will get your nose broken
so think before you open, keep our name up out your chompers
and we’ll resist the need we feel to beat your brain to supper

[verse 3: benny medicina]
uh, i am the most terrible kid up in this business
with intellect to overflow your men and set—sit and sweat
you falsifying doc-ments. in time, i be prying and i fight
with a life with a pen and flip and knock you out your iversons
most believe we posting, be coasting coastal. my goal’s to live
‘til san jose infect the global—whole team go for it
exposing the motives of moving mind metaphorically
exposed to the voltage we utilize, address me formally
i fit the description of osiris minus the weather predictions
multiplying like cell divisions with footsteps to measure the distance
so we measure the mission ‘cause numbers never apply
the medicine [better of?] blind me. force tenements, set ‘em aside
so yoked that i’m surviving mechanical rivals like battlebots
sabotage with more ups and down than a slide in calabasas got
saddles hot—branding cattle prod move like affirmative action
submersed in the magic—swung and so we burning the campus

[verse 4: clint westwood]
i am the mouth, smiling with bicuspids that crush kids
[consumption?] is a son of a b-tch that spits justice
it’s now or never, so better your leverage
switch independent but i spend it on an alcoholic beverage
i’m drowning in brown whiskey—see me scare the area
dui through the nightclub, blast to pantera
i mock lives—rock and roller that fantasize
about leaving you locked inside a columbine carnival ride
mouse house of fears k!lling clowns and puppeteers
playing your veins like strings. close your legs, i’m in your ear
so i’m a godd-mn anomaly who profits just a hobby
plotting a violent monopoly—somebody stop me
prop-less punk rock, give it up to the people
we must attack the actions of wackness and evil
sack the feeble minds—we gonna teabag your weak raps
lead the fab, release madness, and steal the beat back

[hook: qs zeus with dj scratches]
i slide but your mind forgot it
language arts. we ignite, defy logic
the mic prophets live and die honest
in the meantime, apply your knowledge

[outro: benny medicina]
yo, this city don’t [bounce cheap?] when it’s small-town sh-t, right? (yeah!). dj cutthroat

- language arts crew

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