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Hmm, very poignant
And now I point to the teacher and the classroom
And our wild tale commences
Hello, everyone, welcome to ancient speaking class
You must speak, that's what I'm teaching
If you're going to telepath, you're wasting my time, so don't spaz
Hey, I heard that
Who just thought their teacher has a big ass?
Don't think nasty things like that when everyone here can telepath
Well, this is fun, I know it's difficult without tongues
But you're young, still have lots of time to sunscreen under one of the suns
Now who wants to start, will it be you Intel Inside or you Just Do It?
Perhaps Got Milk wants to begin
Oh, Coke Is It, stand don't sit
Hit it, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it
You begin your report
Don't use your poor, use your rusty, a little dusty mouth and larynx
Right where you used to put a sandwich, see if we can manage
But we're gonna need a beat in order for you to handle it
Uh, I'm teaching you in rhyme
Since archaeologists found only Shakespeare and B.I.G.'s "Ready To Die"
When time and age was counted, measured, money was pleasure
Babies branded out the ad campaigns forever
The old world was confused
Attaching themselves to the biblical by the umbilical
Ironically so much like the amoeba they sprung from, the evolution was syphical
But I get ahead of myself, or is that behind myself?
Perhaps Coke Is It wants to do her report first, I'm asking
But remember kids, no telepathing
My, um, um, ancient speaking report
Is on my great-to-the-50th-power grandmother whose name was Superstar
I am the descendant of a duplicant, a sycophant from a cloning plant
No telepathing, Coke Is It
Right, uh, the year of her was 2080
Understandably illusive since we don't count time anymore maybe
It's a bit hazy, but Superstar was crazy
An entertainer back when there was entertainment, pleasure for payment
So that everybody would stop their complainin'
She was very very bad, and I don't mean bad meaning good