You know... The other day, i bumped into some kids talking about what they gonna be when they are grown. Some talking about being lawyers, doctors, aviators and presidents... (laughs) so I asked my little cousin at home, what he will like to be when he’s grown. He looked at me and smiled, told me, he will like to be an astronaut. I looked at him and asked, why would you wanna be an astronaut? He told me, so he can fly big space ships and make friends with aliens from other planets (laughs). that's a Little man with a big ghetto dream. But listen! In anything you strive to be in life. You need an education, formal education, informal education, special education, name it all. But one kinda education your teacher never told you about is the hip formal education

Intro Discovery... Chudda.... Que C Baby...ha The hip formal education.... ha There is always something that exists which science alone can't approve Verse 1 Ha.. Goddamit...they wanna see the king fall But am fall and drown them like a water fall I got the life span in millions like a dinosaur They got the bullcrap, baby, am the matador I make blood flow in pipelines, Baghdad Apocalyptic god, yes am Mad max Curse the village with a flu on the Guinea pigs and bring the next sequel of d human centipede I stay hot like deserts in Morocco So hot, dehydrate up your vocals Plant mushrooms, and raise irokos Mexican thuglife, am loco Hydrochloric combination in your barley hox Make a baby suck milk outta catholic nun Hysteric mind, never cared bout way you feel Cos I photosynthesize without d chlorophyll Hook This is not rap, this is real life This are words from the breathe on a flatline Am the smoke without heat, yeah the acid rain Am something science can never explain (x2) Verse 2 Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, God body Knowledge run Supreme over nearly everybody See we blasting up your city like we kamarkazes Only shots on me are the ones I get from paparazzis Uuuh... It’s a new experiment Flows sharper than the two horns of Baphomet Jack the ripper found dead in my basement Paramedics tryna discover my ailment Stream flows with a 40-G network So incredible like pleasures outta sex dolls Swallow emcees, cannibal holocaust N put your lady in an early stage menopause Rap energy converted to specimen Basic enough to make the 5th element Chuddanesium, got a new catalyst That Breathes life to the statue of liberty Hook (x2) Outro Huuuh huh... Ain't no Steve Hawkins in this, ain't no Charles dalwin, no Albert Einstein in this... Ain't no Francis Galton, ain't no Michael Faraday... It's Chudda... The real hip hop science, the real exposure...discovery... Uuh... Signs... Yo.. QUE C

Intro Young scholars, it's time to take you all back to kindergarten for few minutes Polymath theory so get ears out...for knowledge is wisdom, Verse 1 There were two young ladies living in a field One named Jenny and the other named Jill Jill, hard working, got skills of a farmer and Jenny so lazy, depended on her father Rainy season coming, seven more days and Jill wanna cultivate but had no space So Jenny's father gave Jill a piece of his land and Jenny so jealous started asking for demand Jill under pressure, promised jenny that she pay Cause after the harvest, she ll make a lotta sales But Jenny out off-patience, kept asking for the money and claims to be a true friend, what an irony Before the next day, Jenny killed all the plants and Jill started crying cos she wrecked all her plans Keep your head up, baby don't cry Cause Nothing last forever you can always give a try Hook Keep yo head, so hi in the sky Life too short, always never keep it down I see your star so bright, time to shine Life too short, always never keep it down (x2) Verse 2 Many months later, Jenny got pregnant Had a baby boy, called him pennant Jill met Jenny in the child dedication and gave a gold chain told Jenny not to mention "All you gotta do is to put it round his neck and never pull it off as a sign that we are friends" Jenny full of happiness but she never knew That Jill had a grudge in her mind she never threw Five years later, the baby now growing Started up in school, and everybody know him proud of the chain that his mother's friend gave him and because of the gift, a lot of friends he was making Will be heart breaking, if it got missing With d spot on his face from his mum's kissing Had dreams to be a big time lawyer about to get dirty, be the news of d summer Hook(x2) Verse 3 So Jill stopped Jenny n her son on the way and Jill told her "all I need is my chain" Remember when you killed my plants many years ago Now I need my chain back with no scratch on the Gold Jenny tried to take it off, it was so tight The only way is to cut his head with a sharp knife So Jenny got on her knees looking up for mercy But mercy was gone and only left a lesson The message of the story, be your brother’s keeper No matter how poor, no matter how richer You never know what really tomorrow's gonna be So do unto others, what you really wanna see Hook (x2)

Intro Yeah…To every woman out there Put your hands in the sky, where my eyes can see em Cause you’re beautiful Yeah, you know you’re beautiful Don’t let no one tell you, you not Cause you are Yeah….listen Verse 1 Once upon a time, like many years ago When God made man, and saw he was alone, He had an idea, so he put his eyes to sleep and while he was asleep, he took a little piece of ribs and then the next morning, he woke up to a human Almost like he looked, so he called her name woman They had sex, had a child, the baby called her mother and that's been the tradition since this day further They both lived happy in the Garden of Eden Before she met the serpent, and the fruit that was forbbiden She took a little bite n gave a brother to eat and today I keep feeling she's the face of deceit To every lady so strong cooking in the kitchen Breastfeeding all my kids while she's making up my dishes To every lady in my life, my sister, baby boo I got a confession, there's no life without you Hook (I.C.E) Women so important, they help the men to conquer ...yeah To every woman out there that’s trying to make things proper To every woman out there roaming the streets To every woman out there fighting defeat To every woman that struggles to live There’s no life without you Verse 2 Shame on a brother, for beating up his wife you beating up a girl, see, u beating up yo life Like James brown told a brother, its a man's world But we hustle for the women, we hustle for their love 9 months in the belly, feeding on her ration Pains in the labour room, crying with a passion Finally, Daddy has a son he can carry To my cousin, God bless the lucky man you married His working so hard, better wake up to his face Smiling with the giggles and no makeup on your face You a warrior, what I do, you do better You one secret to my wealth, secret to my cheddar Haaa, and I pray for the single mothers All alone, raised a man out the bloody gutters Now he's a pilot, I guess you gonna fly Cause he knows without you, there's no life Hook (x3)

Intro Yeah… Que C turn me up Haa.Yeah..this generation..ha Lot of smart ones out there…you know what am saying But really messed up and brain washed by society…yo yo Verse 1 Nowadays, the life of the kids on the street Got me so choked up, I gotta pay just to breathe Enough love shown by the parents But they keep getting difficult, something like a payment young ones at a tender age at home With a lot of applications stored in their phones From Facebook and twitter, selfies on instagram Playing hypnotized like the mind of the pentagram Skipping classes, to mess around the alley Everyday, sipping on the booze and popping on the Marley Television got our ladies dancing nude Posting it up on YouTube with a million views Yeah...Pornography to the little boys is supper Now they wanna have an intercourse without the rubber Rap music is all about the cheddar Mary J and the reefers, n the emcees are sellouts Hook This Generation (scratches) Really got me pissed off (x2) Verse 2 Yo...Am in a generation where the price of the bullet Is so cheap,so everyone play the Russian roulette Little gals the age of twelve turning baby mamas and little boys, same age hitting sugar mamas The dresscode around my block is a waste Boys in their teenage got their baggy jean below the waist pretty ladies, exposing the cleavages A lotta bullshit and same sex marriages Hey young world, the world is yours better buckle up and always try to make the right choice Back then, we tried to be like Luther king Now role models re the vixens on magazines A lotta ponzis, a lotta memories That we never learn from, wat a fuckery If you really wanna lead, you gotta follow That’s the only formula to be a king, come tomorrow Hook(x2) Outro Yeah…Young world Take it slow…keep running, you might fall man Yeah..you know what am saying Yo man it’s a real rough world out there like rocks But you got to keep it low and be your self Yeah..haha….third eye

Intro *Voice samples from Flava flav *Voice samples from Nas with sratches Lets take it back to the year 1996 The same time I first heard an emcee spit The same time I started keeping lot of memories was mobb deep, havoc and prodigy Nas, Foxy Brown, Nature and AZ A reasonable doubt, that brother Jay Z Talk about PAC, he was R.I.P Then biggie followed on, Yaki Kadafi Same time I learnt scarface was Cuban Then bro introduced me to Brand Nubian Grand Puba, Sadat X, Lord Jamar Then I said to myself, I wanna be a rapper Haa...there was no silver spoon Writing all my punchlines under leaking roof Listen up bro, hip hop is my culture but now, its raising up some vultures I miss the time of Big L and the Big Pun Mos Def and Talib, Krs One MC Ricky D and his story tales Heavy D and the boys in their glory days De La soul, Flipmode, Wu Tang Clan Before Eminem came along with 8 mile Before DMX came barking like a dawg Before rappers started spitting in their mother's tongue That was some good time, now where's the realness Where the EPMDs with the business Where the Jam Master Jays with the turntables Where the Chino XLs with the parables Y2k still had some elements Before rappers went crazy on the ornaments Riding dirty in the south, Chamillionaire same time my good friend died of pneumonia MC Guru, the Tribe called Quest Doggystyle, G funking up the west Queen latifah, lyrical diva U.N.I.T.Y was a hit track Ice cube, every day on my Boombox Rock n roll, on the song, do the crip walk I miss the real beef, it was layed out Nowadays, all that bullshit is played out Outro *voice samples from Havoc of Mobb deep with scratches Yeah. And this goes out to every emcee, squad, producer, DJs and Hypeman…who made my childhood days of hip hop Canibus, DJ premier, Shyne po, M.O.P, Black rob, Outkast, Bone thugs, Bus a Bus, Joey Crack, Common sense, Cypress hill, Dogg pound, Dr Dre, Sticky fingaz, Redman, Jadakiss, Lil Kim, MC Lyte, Vinnie paz, Bubba sparxxx, Warren G, Spice 1, Masta Ace, Sheek louch, Styles P, Whoo kid, Keith murray, Jayo felony, WC, Xzibit, Twista, Fabolous, Crooked I, Pete rock, David Banner, Coolio, the Boot camp clik, 9th wonder, the Madd rapper, Lil Cease, Freddie gibbs, the Alchemist, Diggin in the crates, Mystical, Pharoahe monch, Rass kass, Jean grae, LL Cool J, Cannibal OX, Jarule, Wise Intelligent, Yo…MC Treach, Naughty by nature, Yo….Poor Righteous Teachers, and the God MC, Rakim Allah, Big Daddy Kane…hmmmm..yo man and on and on man…you know what am saying…yeah

Yo, Whats up This is Que C, representing Australia I just wanna give a quick shout out to Chudda and all the other emcees holding it down in Nigeria. You Know what am saying? Yeah, This is the Hip Formal Education