Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School Rule, artist - Dangerdoom. Date of issue: 16.10.2005
Song language: English
Old School Rule |
| 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 |