@theprofessor,
SOME OLD SKOOL ****
[Intro]
Mic check one two
The microphone’s working perfect
Ills in your area
I’m about to kick some old skool ****
Check it out
[Verse]
Peace to Rakim and Run D.M.C.
KRS-One and Easy Mo Bee
Kool Mo Dee and De La Soul
The pioneers of hip-hop, you already know
Just Ice and Afrika Bambataa
They made the folks get down with a lotta
Wildness and a little disco fever
Back when John Travolta was still “Greasin’”
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Their “Message” opened up all of our minds
Peace and shoutouts to the Sugarhill Gang
A-hippet-to-the-hippet, still doin’ their thang
Thirty years on, and still goin’ strong
They’re the reason rap has lived on for so long
This old skool **** has got us goin’ on
And on and on until the break of dawn
I’ve completely forgotten who I’ve got that from
I can still kick it without the Sean Johns on
I don’t need to be a gangster to be a superstar
Nor in the bedroom snoopin’ through someone’s drawers
I’m a fridge magnet; I spit the coolest bars
To attract the ladies and dudes from afar
I’m nobody different, I know who I are
Or “am”, I need to improve my English more
When I kick this to the max, they say I over-react
I’m melodramatic, watch this fella go at it
Systematic, energetic, a helluva dope addict
With an automatic (*gunfire*) your windows all shattered
Whether I flow free or rehearsed, no matter
But talk a word about me and get your skull cracked in
I’ve had it with these so-and-so bastards
Thinkin’ they can rap but their flows can’t match wits
But they know how to suck on candy things
So I’ll have to whip out the good old magic stick
Rock hard, sprinkle it with sugar
‘Cause you like it sweet, suck it ‘til you get the boogers
(*sniff*) Now you have problems blowin’ your own nose
(*hawk*) Eugh! Don’t blow it all over my clothes!
I’m already sick but you’ve made it worse
Now I’ve gotta go home and change this shirt
You’ve showered me with spittles, now you’ve covered me in phlegm
Take off all my clothes and chuck them in the bin
Old skool is new, nu-skool is old
It used to be “kick it”, now it’s fools with gold
Those brand new pop rap groups should know
That it’s in with rappin’ and out with Tune-Auto
Hip-hop is dyin’, pop’s comin’ back to life
The whole game has changed for the rest of our lives
And if you don’t know, man, I’m tellin’ you why
Because the industry’s fucked one too many times
Ricka racka ricka racka rocka rocka rake
Where are these pop rappers comin’ from, for Pete’s sake?
Oh my God! Oh my God!
Nate Dogg is dead?! Oh my God!
Rick Ross is here?! Oh my God!
Soulja Boy is queer?! Oh my God!
Everyone is here except Tupac
Biggie, Big Pun or Scott LaRock
What the **** is wrong with hip-hop?!
It’s turnin’ into Bad Boy, and it won’t stop!
