Ol Skool

Yeaaah This is how you do it when you're chilling like I be Fresh everyday, my whole wardrobe is nicey Never over do it never getting our pricey I keep it real simple like a did.. septembers Sweats black T while I freestyle on instrumentals And then invertedly my bird ain't getting up too fly And certainly they worship me, I'm high up in the sky Clouds with me, transcending space and time Searching fast starts for a brand new rhyme …. billion light years Super-scientific bringing ill to your ears To catch up with me is gonna take a couple years Enjoy the night time while I be pip in the sky line Up on a roof top with a glass of wine With a …. little honey, yeah, I'm so refined Yeah, I'm so refined, you can't stop my shine I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got my Adidas on, three stripes down Cango to the side, how you like me now I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks Puffy bubble band say place up the weed My type of rhyming is to symbolize with the socialism To free the mind from all the chains from all religions Steaks and signs, intertwined is the … Lexical to technical, bumping up your stereo system No stress I just manifest the real While you're out, display yourself over a phoney ass deal I analyze and visualize the days implies with the odds of a profit Who only speaks and seeks the truth Still logic, methodic, robotic in the booth Flow mechanical … the bars ain't coop I spit a mouth full of jewels none of you fools could afford Shipping real for real system cut ombilical chord See, I never fake moves around with coward ass crews Nah, uh-uh, I only fucks with the realest So don't put me in your playlist next to bitch ass niggers Don't put me in your playlist next to bitch ass niggers I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got my Adidas on, three stripes down Cango to the side, how you like me now I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks Puffy bubble band say place up the weed Whatever happened to the days when they gets used to kill it Correct skills and every bar had to be the illest No biting no faking better be the realest Cause if they find out they at your show and fucking kill it Jump at stage neck in chains and tell you run that Take your cast bitch ass and tell you don't come back Look now phoney niggers is acceptable Turning hip hop into a garbage ass spectacle I give a piss and after remain this Remember after this.. I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got my Adidas on, three stripes down Cango to the side, how you like me now I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit I'm on my oldschool shit Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks Puffy bubble band say place up the weed