Leaders Of The New School – Case Of The P.T.A.

Posted in boys, music by okkame on September 7, 2011

I want to go back to school. Perhaps… to The New School?




Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man

Yo, yo, yo, i can’t understand

Why the parents and the teachers

And everybody trying to o the kids

The young generation yo,

What’s the deal brah, charlie brown, man

[charlie brown]

I don’t know what the deal is

You hafta ask my partna dinco d

Yo yo tell us d tell us d

Mass confusion g, i don’t know what’s up

Hey yo man

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

Huh man

[dinco d]

In school i wrote notes and took quotes from shakespeare

And other types of rhymes to show you that i (care)

But things like together forever to you my only one (only one)

It was special i can say it was another one

You would say someone’s knocking at my window

(knock knock)

Someone’s ringing my bell

(ding dong)

It’s about two in the morning

(hey yo g, what the hell’s going on?)

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

But never the less here goes to show my potential

And even though our love was three-dimensional

One (me) two (you) three (your pops) now what am i to do

I had to transform into educated lad

Going around doing chores for your dad

Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes

Chilling with pop just listen to the blues

And talking to your mom about a love for her daughter

Suggesting to me that i just oughta

Watch myself

(inch by inch)

Watch myself

(and use some sense)

So i did


It didn’t do a damn thing

But a case to complain, so now i sing

(it’s just another case of that old pta)


Roaarrr busta rhymes the mighty infamous

Always misbehaving and mischeivous

Causing aggravation i’ll never pause

Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws

(in class)

In gym i got caught at last

For ligthing up the courtyard grass


Teacher, teacher, go to the flesh

(busta rhymes liked to killed the complex)

Hey yo

In class, kicked it to this girl cheryl


The teacher try to tell me i was pharoah

(no no no)

I’m not with detention no no with suspension

A child’s wickeddy wild the calbridge hill styles

Teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my mommy

Now when she gets home, she’s gonna wear out the body

I hate this relationship, the mom and teacher

When she reaches home hey yo she knows that i reached ya

Ok, of today i am the new school, pray

Between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

(it’s just another case of that old pta)

[charlie brown]


Yo teachers hate me the girls don’t take me

Because i’m c brown

(class clown)

Gettin still aah sometimes i chill yo

Depending on the day and (how i feel)

Sometimes i leave an apple that’s rotten and (brown)

No where to be found

Poll tax on sheets, five days a week

Arrive in the lunchroom, i gotta get some sleep

But i didn’t do it

(you did it)

I’m suspended

(you was wit’ it)

And now it’s time to pay for the crime

That i never got caught like judge wapner

(bam! take on the court)

A room of teachers, parents, and preachers

A principal and one kid dress in sneakers

Case of brown versus the board

(order order)

Yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter

I pleaded my case


Face to face


It was a waste

And everyone was in place yo

He announced me guilty you have

(three hundred sixty four days)

Of detention to serve

(some nerve)

I felt this could be from (pissed)

The head of the board said “case dismissed”

As i walk out the room i hear them say


(its just another case of that old pta)


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