High School ReunionAdam WarRock

[Chorus] X 2
I never went to my high school reunion
Ain't nothing I could tell 'em
Ain't nothing I could do with 'em
Ain't nothing I could be
No symbol, martyr; Just me
Never - Knew me at all
So tell me: Who am I supposed to be?
When I do it like this

[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Yeah, took a bit just to let it all soak in
Born in the eighties; Raised in the nineties
Little skater punk with the rap skills
Making his way around the pulpit
And the southern baptist would say that
Music was the devil and I let it go to my head
Used to fall asleep with my disc man spinning around
With the headphones spilling from my bed
Instead high school for me
I was scared just to let the other kids really see
Everything I wanted to be so I hid that
Lost in the west side of Tennessee
In the southern white culture; Black so fried
A little Asian kid just trying to stay alive
And I grew up pissed at the world
Now I put that shit inside of every MP3
Digitally they didn't know
That they were fixing to see
The little kid in me that he was itching to be
The ill-est MC ever to be and so I started making music
So irrelevantly and so inevitably
Ignore what everyone was telling to me
And I competitively just started wrecking the scene
And now people that I knew
What way back then all like
What's up with Eugene?
Well it's Adam now and i'm god damn proud
Of this thing that I made straight up from the ground
If you didn't know it then
Then you knowing it now
I'm running with a different kind of crowd
Then when I started out
Instead just talking about the things that come out
Whenever the mic is pointed at my mouth
And I'm gonna say it loud
Are you southern rap now?
Nah man, Just a rapper from way down south

[Chorus] X 2
I never went to my high school reunion
Ain't nothing I could tell 'em
Ain't nothing I could do with 'em
Ain't nothing I could be
No symbol, martyr; Just me
Never - Knew me at all
So tell me: Who am I supposed to be?
When I do it like this

[Verse 2]
Call me a geek or a nerd
Haven't you heard
That's that new new
And I do too
All that voodoo
In the new school
And I spit raps
Like the Juice Crew
And I ain't lying like Snoop do
And my face is stunned like I'm Sulu
And y'all played out like Fubu
Back then I got teased and harangued
Kids so cruel with the teeth and the fangs
But now they can't keep up with the slang
When I drop from the beat and I'm feasting again
Back then, I was way less confident
But now I'm on this shit because I rock the hits
And I'm never gonna fall for this
Bullshit full of media marketing
So we leave it in the past
Like the bad times back when
Backpacks on the shoulders
Were the fashion
When we sagged our pants
And I loved that hip hop
And ate it like cake to a fat kid
In between the bad times we had friends
Got our backs in the hallways laughing
Running around until we heard the bell ring
And ditched class
'til we made it to band practice
Like I need a reminder of the good times
Keep it really close to the vest and I grew
To a man way different from the kid that I was
But it's fun to think back of way back when
So I don't need to reminisce
Because I'm way past the point
Of reliving the past (yeah)
I don't really want to hear about your last ten years
Mine's been busy
You can hear it on the track

[Chorus] X 2
I never went to my high school reunion
Ain't nothing I could tell 'em
Ain't nothing I could do with 'em
Ain't nothing I could be
No symbol, martyr; Just me
Never - Knew me at all
So tell me: Who am I supposed to be?
When I do it like this

[Outro] X 2
To the bullies and the jocks
And the nerds and the freaks
To the A.V. club and all the band geeks
To the goth kids, Rock kids high on weed
Straight-A kids who study during the week
To the teachers, coaches, principals too
Counselors telling me what I should do
And I never went back to my damn high school
After ten years this is what I'm trying to do