Now what goes up, must come down
Higher education, I be up at Brown
With a sound kinda a booshie.. What? High class
Why? Cause I'm high in class making art with the ash

Gasp! Lil Wayne does it, and we all on ritolin
ADHD patients sell their adderall to middlemen
The med students need it, they pedal and eat it
Then graduate prescribe it the kids and keep fiending

I went and saw a dean and she told me try meds
Guess the corporations funded like the mutherfucking feds
By pharmicutial dealers, showin they diplomas
But you get locked up if you're dealing the corner

First you gotta pay for some college, lots of school
Society requires a degree, knowledge optional
But is it really possible for me to be a savior?
Rapper slash college graduate double major

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
All I need is the track in the background
My headphones blaring, with a blunt going round and I'ma Rip it

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
You hear the track, this is Jack in the background
Keeping speakers blaring, spin the record around and I'm the Ripper

It's a hard knock life for us
College can't teach me how to write a good chorus
So I study rappers and performers
Steroids ain't good enough, I'm tryinga get a enormous

No one ever warns us, you're paying for the classes
Graduate and you become a product and a asset
But you gunna need a little bit of paper to be passing
They're souped on themselves and we all keep gassing

You can give n F to me, I don't give a fuck
If you're students keep failing, the teacher must suck
I need an incentive, a letter grade is not this
Kicked outta recording class before I could drop it

Thinking that you're hot shit, I got a hundred tracks
While they got one song with some beeps and some claps
Off beat on some Dub Step crap, get a metronome
Or you can get a music degree, and be left at home

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
All I need is the track in the background
My headphones blaring, with a blunt going round and I'ma Rip it

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
You hear the track, this is Jack in the background
Keeping speakers blaring, spin the record around and I'm the Ripper

I walk into class, late cause I'm high
The professor can't fix his laptop, so it's fine
"Jack can you help?" You must be fucking joking
I'll teach you some shit then I'm going back and smoking

So I can write a song, then record it, and mix it
The written words an old way to learn, we should fix it
Fuck a term paper, I'm on beat and rhyming
Kids hate your lecture, ya better step up your timing

Old dead white dudes teaching me theory
My black friends explain crackahs just don't see it clearly
So I'm in the ivy league trying to break it down
It's the same classicism that has always been around

I judge you by your talents, I judge you by your merits
Fuck you letter grades, ya last name and ya therpist
Show me your portfolio, a GPA is crap
Me? I'm just getting a degree to diss it in my raps
Jack Ripper ,

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
All I need is the track in the background
My headphones blaring, with a blunt going round and I'ma Rip it

Whatcha Degree Gon Be? (UHOH)
Man I don't need no muthafuggin degree (SHIIIITTT)
You hear the track, this is Jack in the background
Keeping speakers blaring, spin the record around and I'm the Ripper