| One two
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| What the fuck going on?
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| Black Attack, AMV
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| '98 worldwide
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| Knamsayin, knamsayin?
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| You 'bout to take a ride through the town
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| Some wild shit son
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| Word up, hold on
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| Yo, let me clear my throat like DJ Clue
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| Set it off for my niggas who be actin fool
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| Blackattack 'em, have they techniques on hold
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| Shut 'em down at the end where there’s pots of gold
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| Let me dilly, dally, hit this alley
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| Puff an L with sally or this chronic from Cali
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| Wilin, comin straight from Rosevelt Island
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| Thats how it is, dog nobodies smilin
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| Always on some cool out, neva get upset
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| Flow all over the track get my dough to step
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| They call me Blackattack I rep the AMV
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| And one thing I hate is a weak emcee
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| I gets it, going off, cuz I’m up next to flex
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| You bet I’m coming through, shit be rough like sex
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| Positive, and watch ya toes tap to this
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| And Blackattack make 'em clap to this
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| Chorus:
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| Aiyyo, Old school, New school need to learn’o
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| I burn baby burn like disco inferno
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| Burn like disco inferno
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| I said I burn like disco inferno
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| Old school, New school need to learn’o
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| I burn baby burn like disco inferno
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| Burn like disco inferno
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| I said I burn like disco inferno
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| I be ya idol, the highest title, numero uno
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| Bigger nigga, break cats down like Frank Bruno
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| You know, new kid on the block rip tracks up
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| Check out my melody and the way I twist sacks up
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| I was fiend at the age of seventeen
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| Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM
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| Wait a minute, ha, slowdown baby
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| I’m on a rampage for dough now baby
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| Sometimes I wonder what’choo lookin for
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| Can a ill rapper make money any more?
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| If you tired cousin, go take a nap
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| If you rappin outta place then you will get smacked
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| Got thirty songs ready and I still want more
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| Kinda fallen ??? |
| black four door
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| Always calm under pressure, don’t need to act shook
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| Listen when I tell you boys…
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| Chorus (With Variations)
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| Now look, in this corner we have the raw buddha blazer
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| You bettin for ya style dog I raise ya
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| Double, confident, my shit on point
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| I got godfather trees while you rollin a joint
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| I know y’all wonderin, is black paid?
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| I’m broker than a motherfucka tryin to save
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| Cuz I ain’t got cash, I can’t flow neither
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| Kick ya best flow and I’ll make you a believer
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| I live with rap, die with rap
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| Talk with rap, walk with rap, smoke with rap
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| Eat with rap, I do my thing and thats that
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| I don’t think niggas fucking with the Blackattack
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| Smack the back of a neck of a wack emcee
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| I don’t fuck with the crack, I smoke cranberry
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| Nigga please, all I’m tryin to do is get cheese
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| And own land in the sand in the West Indies
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| Chorus (With Variations)
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| To all the old school veter-ans
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| EMPD, Rakim, Redman, Special Ed
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| KRS-One, no doubt, what what
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| Old school, New School
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| Real deal nigga, word up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old School, New School, artist - dj honda. Album song The Eclipse / Old School, New School, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп