Gym Class Heroes 
Cool and Dre (this is) 
You silly for this one 
It’s Travie (why you doin this to me) 

I started rappin back in the class scribbling tracks 
In hopes that one of my jokes would have the pretty young things laughin 
The chubby little [bad word] with a nack for little debbies snacks 
But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion 
No advance and plus we make it happen 
Your conscience more obnoxious then that laughy Taffy snappin 
Goodbye yesterdays rags 
Helloo high fashion 
Hands before you’s a man that built a castle with sand 
With no regards for tidelwaves and finally established 
Til the [bad word] in gallon [bad word] and wipes away my palace 
But now im sittin lovely off in wonderland with Alice 
With purple people passin me at the catapillar’s chalice 
Ha, you prob thinking im wrong right? 
Like I should quit writing these songs right? 
Tell you what..do it better I just might 
Take it back to 86 you wanna lick, sike! 
 [bad word] 
Don’t let the TV mislead you 
Me and you dude we are not equal 
Fuucck you this is for my people 
Fuucck you this is for my people 
Don’t try to hide like I cant see you 
Your parents must’ve been trans and so see through 
Fuuucck you this is for my people 
Fuucck you this is for my people 
Put up your peace sign, put your index down 
Put up your peace sign, put your index down 
Put up your peace sign, put your index down 
Put up your peace sign, put your index down 

Busta Rhymes 

Before I utter words and before I start to begin 
Let me make sure you clear im about securing the wind 
I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction 
Cause im stubborn with the thought that failure was never an option 
I grinds like a carpenter until my caleceous’s bleed 
With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed 
That’s why I look at most of you stupid I know its odd 
Because you can’t really do nuttin to me unless you GOD 
But bein that none of you aint him….you can’t fuucck with me now watch me erase them 
Now [bad word] me see im so determined 
im walkin through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin 
Or how the tires turning on the rim of the V 
I laugh and shake it off the shiiit they be doin to me 
Wit all the yappin and talking and so and so think that you can ever stop the kid 
OH NO 
 [bad word] 
So if you get in my way you know yer done son 
You best believe what I say you [bad word] son 
Fuucck you because I do this for my loved ones 
Fuucck you because I do this for my loved ones 
You better kneel down and pray cause where [bad word] from 
We goin hard everyday that’s how the fights won 
Fuucck you because I do this for my loved ones 
Fuucck you because I do this for my loved ones 
Put up the peace sign, put the index down 
Put up the peace sign, put the index down 
Put up the peace sign, put the index down 
Put up the peace sign, put the index down 

Travis 

Look mom no hands 
Yer little boys a man 
Everything you said is finally settin in 
Trainin wheels fell off and I kept peddling 
Now im ridin wheelies on this industry 
Say the word I’ll ghostride this bittcch instantly 
Good lookin pop on the strength that you givin me 
Wasn’t for you Gym Class would be history 
I’m on my upstate shiitt 
I Was Brooklyn broke but now im upstate rich 
Gettin brains from two dames with French accents 
Now I mess with local chicks I get em upstate shiiit 
You prob thinking im wrong right? 
Like I should quit writtin these songs right? 
Tell you what do it better I just might 
Take it back to 86 you want a lick, sike! 

Now it’s a lot of yall that cant stand me 
Cause my resembelance to prince is uncanny 
But fuucck you this is for my family 
Fuucck you this is for my family 
Upstate new york to M