Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School, artist - Dangerdoom. Album song The Mouse & The Mask, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Metalface
Song language: English
Old School |
One two three, in the place to be! |
MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go |
On born days, I used to blow out the candles; |
and every Saturday |
Watch cartoons 'til noon and then I’d switch to Ralph McDaniels |
I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl |
And a porous beat from my stereo |
Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach |
Yeah I’m gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse |
Maybe I’m trippin and it’s just a cartoon to you |
But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo |
And, I might be buggin but it seem to me |
That cartoons be realer than reality TV |
They inspire my decision to be open and listen |
But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position |
Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past |
That’s similar to the cast of Different Strokes |
Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke |
The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke |
I draw on anything for inspiration |
A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station |
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that |
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that |
(I'm old school y’all, yes y’all, I keep it goin y’all, here we go) |
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that |
(I'm old school y’all, keep it goin y’all, keep it goin y’all) |
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that |
(Ah here we go, c’mon) |
And we’ll be right back after these messages |
Fellas grab your nutsacks, chicks squeeze your breastesses |
We ain’t all that grown, it’s still funny like |
Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money |
Since then had an insane flow sonny |
Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny |
Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy |
Is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee! |
Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick |
Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick |
Slept good, no justice, no peace |
Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police |
Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat |
Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat |
And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat? |
What type of chitlins is that? |
The Super Villain has the bad hydroponics |
Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic |