Battlestar Scholastica Letra

When they got the fever

Then everybody's free

And I kind of like it

Some day we ought to do that

When we rock the microphone

And make the people move their feet

Gonna find the battlestar

Bright light, white neon pink



Hey yo, hippity, hoppity

Rhymes so chocolaty

When I'm on the mic

You know there ain't nobody stoppin' me

Yeah, I like my Corn Flakes brown

My rock n roll loud

With that hip-hop sound

I get down when the people get down

I don't mind

I think you're fine

All I do is rhyme in my spare time

And do you know what's inside your heart?

Does the pain go away when you're in the dark?

And when you think cash money is a mean for ends

Money don't mean shit when you lose a friend

When you start to realize that this is the end

You pray for death, take your last breath

It all depends



When they got the fever

Then everybody's free

And I kind of like it

Some day we ought to do that

When we rock the microphone

And make the people move their feet

Gonna find the battlestar

Bright light, white neon pink



And I remember ever star shining down that night

As my friends cried I watched the sky ignite

Fire bright in my eyes, so I ran downtown

City street shadows, but no one around

Some laser robot came

We still get drunk through the bathrooms

Having kicks with cats all hizzy on mushrooms

I heard you knock when I wasn't home

Cause I heard, cause I'm so hot on the microphone

And whatcha think about shorts and pants?

Why do I feel like I'm at a high school dance?

Cause all these dudes socking guns and tanks

Think you're Alfonzo? Nah, Carlton Banks.



When they got the fever

Then everybody's free

And I kind of like it

Some day we ought to do that

When we rock the microphone

And make the people move their feet

Gonna find the battlestar

Bright light, white neon pink



Everybody get down with us, down with us...