🎵 If Rappers Were School Teachers // by Lilly Singh

2 ContributorsIf Rappers Were School Teachers Lyrics [Kendrick Lamar, “DNA”] I got, I got, I got, I got Molecules, got all the tools Inside my DNA Got a sugar group, got double loops Inside my DNA I got thymine, guanine, cytosine, adenine Inside my DNA I got genes like codes, not like clothes Inside my DNA And it forms like this, with two helix Inside of every human And you’re born with it, you borrowed it From your parental unit I got nitrogen bases in different places You know what I mean That’s how I make my good protein That’s why you got, you got, you got, you got Thicker thighs and darker eyes Because your DNA You got lighter hair, your skin is fair Because your DNA You got a test Friday, and you better get yourself an A You gotta study hard, so go on And break the bond with bae Aye [Cardi B, “I Write it Like That”] Now I like spelling, I like grammar I like students with some manners When I say we silent reading Cardi best not hear no chatter I like when I goes before E Except after a C My chest, two consonants Ya girl got double Ds I’m the only noun that matters When you put me in a sentence If I catch you cheating on my test I’ll put you in detention We using letters, words, as we learn Reading, writing, book worms Smarter than a big nerd Who aced midterms Got two ideas? Use a comma Exclamation for the drama My class always full, them boys never skip I hit ’em hard with the pop quiz He said I make him, verb adjective Grab his dic(tionary) I get imaginative He say I’m a ten out of ten My haters like silent letters ’Cause I can’t hear them Okayrrrrrrrrr Put that vocab in your brain I said I write it like that Capital letter on my name I said I write it like that Need that essay, ten page I said I write it like that Don’t touch the margins, double space I said I write it like that [DJ Khaled, “Carry Another One”] They don’t want you to add it up They don’t want you to carry the one Four times four equals we the best One plus one equals another one [Drake, “Bod’s Plan”] You’ve been growing up And things are changing for you Hitting puberty It can be strange for a few Waking up at 6 A.M To dreams that feel true Finding hair in places And you like “This is new” All my boys, your voice will get deeper And when you peep her or him Doesn’t matter, love wins Without choice, at the school dance When you rubbing hands Might feel something in your pants, ow God damn, you’re a man now Bod’s plan Bod’s plan You feel hot and it’s hormones You feel awkward but please don’t All my girls, your breasts will grow Some girls faster, others slow Your uterus is beautiful Even when it starts to flow But still … Cramping There’s a lot of cramping that’ll happen to Happen to, happen to, happen to, happen to you Cramping There’s a lot of cramping that’ll happen to Happen to, happen to, happen to, happen to you He ask, “Does it hurt bad?” You tell him, “Only partly” It’s the second day You got cramps, but you horny Intercourse Use a condom, this a warning If you don’t There’s a pill for the next morning And please hear this Don’t turn a hot night into a first kid You got your whole life, so please don’t trip Now go have some safe sex, class dismissed!