Music Catalog

SCHOOL'S IN

The lights go out as the big screen turns on to see the words Guilty Pleasure. The words fades from the screen. We see Melissa Reaves on Lead guitar, Kate Steele on bass, Kenzi Grey on drums while Cass Baumer and Stephanie McDiddle holding microphones. Stephanie places it close to her mouth as the band starts to play

Stephanie: Welcome
To the voice response registration system
Of True School University
Representing universally
You have added
Hip hop ethics
One two zero
For those that don't know
School's in

Stephanie points to Cass

Cass: Who got the nerve ta
Write a jam that you can swerve ta
Over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha
It's probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda
Whose mind travels further
Than sex, drugs, and murder

Amber Erickson: Coming down to the ring….

We see Stephanie place her mic down she then walks off the stage as the band keeps playing. The screens splits open down the middle as we see Stephanie walking thru the curtains the screens merge back together

Cass: So when you play the role of the timeless inserter
I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
Album full of ignorance
The place is an experience
Before the reasons why
For the sake of sounding fly, but I
Grade your style without the curve
Cause you don't deserve to
Receive the grade that might let you build up the nerve to
Bite the rhyme that feeds you

Amber Erickson: From Portland, Maine Stephanie McDiddleeee!!!!!!!

Stephanie continues to walk as the band plays in the background

Cass: I need you to listen
My words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten
And I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're missing
I'm rolling with Guilty Pleasure, cause snakes is steady hissing
To expose my flaws like salt in sores
Since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours

Stephanie slides in the ring from the bottom ropes and she gets up and bumps her head as she points at the big screen to plug the band Guilty Pleasure

Cass: So in other words, nah girl, skip the explanation
See that what the rewind's for, so be patient
Cause this is the direction that my pen should be draggin'
To transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons

Chorus:
Cass with the mic is like a chef with a blade
No doubt
Man I cut ya like lumber
(repeat)

You see somewhere in between the old school and the new school
A master of the next school
Came to teach the now school
Cause business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools
So everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels
One-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's cool
Supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
A scholar of the next school
Who wasn't trying to hear that
So principals and teachers abroad began to fear that

The song cuts off as the screen fades out as Stephanie waits for the bell to ring.