An easy to sing, song about the journey of the Indian tenth grader through their board exams. I wrote this song in the January preceding my board exams (where I scored 98%, by the way), and sang this in my school's farewell party. When it comes to my rap, I call myself "N1SPAR" (short for "Nisanth Parupalli").
Credits
Written by Nisanth Parupalli
Produced and performed by N1SPAR
Lyrics
(Yeah!) The monotony, no anatomy,
Desperation won't saddle me!
Like a bike with no handles, wee!
'Cause nobody can handle me!
Time to learn your "A", "B", "C"s.
Then, move on to your "1", "2", "3"s.
Education starts when you're three,
But the real deal's when you're fifteen!
Get a ninety-eight, they'll shave yo' head.
It's like a war and you're out for blood!
Read stuff you've already read—
Read until you go to bed!
"E" stands for "E—X—A—M",
Wake up at 5:10 am!
"T" stands for "T—E—S—T",
You've gotta beat your own bestie!
The monotony, no anatomy,
Desperation won't saddle me!
Like a bike with no handles, wee!
'Cause nobody can handle me!
Time to learn your "A", "B", "C"s.
Then, move on to your "1", "2", "3"s.
Education starts when you're three,
But the real deal's when you're fifteen!
Time is racin', pens are racin'
Set in ink, so no erasin'
Tiny piece of paper gon' decide my future,
Gotta face it!
God is—God is—God is—God is—God is on yo' side!
Now, you might wanna hurry 'cause they'll take yo' sheet on time!
I'm... glad it's all over now, done writin' line after line.
It's... time to hustle, make use of the freedom that is mine!
(Ayy—) The monotony, no anatomy,
Desperation won't saddle me!
Like a bike with no handles, wee!
'Cause nobody can handle me!
Time to learn your "A", "B", "C"s.
Then, move on to your "1", "2", "3"s.
Education starts when you're three,
But the real deal's when you're fifteen!
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