Sunday School - The Loyalists

Sunday School - The Loyalists

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:15

Below is the lyrics of the song Sunday School , artist - The Loyalists with translation

Lyrics " Sunday School "

Original text with translation

Sunday School

The Loyalists

I’d rather stay back when they used to activate

I’ll elaborate, shoes didn’t have a lace

When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate

I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace

This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate

I’m into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace

Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats

I was always

Wait a minute.

Bring it back

Sometimes I’d rather stay back when they used to activate

I’ll elaborate, shoes didn’t have a lace

When I gravitate, Benny used to fascinate

I sat amazed, brain movin' at a faster pace

This match was made before I learned to scratch the plate

I’m into Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Masta Ace

Chuck D, Kool G. Rap just to name some greats

I was always quotin' the lines that would decapitate

The world had to make place so I’d have a space

Born the year after Kurtis Blow dropped «The Breaks»

This was at the time when Blodie’s «Rapture» came to pave

Treacherous Three and Busy B at your face

The classic taste

Spoonie G and Flash with crates

It’s been two years of complains, raps a waste

It won’t last

And it’ll just evaporate

While I’m I’ll at the age of spittin' that Patty Cake

Till it was Soul Train every single Saturday

People said, «From the street, you won’t never graduate.»

They comin' from the bad terrain you scatterbrain

We sorry and ashamed to even exaggerate

These crabs remain to advocate

When the crowd gathers late

I don’t play like the Cabaret

They gravitate

Tours full capacity

I crash the stage and no one can evacuate

But rap today is still in the stage of masquerade

To me it’s clear as a screen at a matinee

They tell me, «That's okay

Bury the hatchet frame.»

While I sat and prayed I wasn’t such a castaway

Naturally, if you really want to clash with J it’s tragedy

No longer can procrastinate

These rattlesnakes happily are after me

But I practiced labor skills to catch my prey

You fabricate, I’m no Saint as Latter Day

But apathy is just something to congratulate

And that’s my case

So rapidly latch your gates

Evaporate over beats that’ll bash your face

And gradually I watch rap dilapidate

So many fake ass tracks made

A lack in faith when raps such a massive state

Mad patch of brave cats and causalities

But I’m gonna tackle states

Make it their last parade

They have to pay for decayin' the anatomy

Of hip hop

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