Da New Old School

Back to attack I ain't comin' off wack And all ya'll suckas needa step back My rap ain't, but I ain't old And sooner or later this album will be sold Either to da young ladies, or to da old men Or even to dem suckas who can't count to ten Now I'm da new old school, rapping these things I look all dope, and ain't tryna sing Like I said before I rock the core I don't ever smoke and my rhymes ain't jokes And if you diss me, you'll just be poking Da bear so don't you dare And don't ever say that you don't care Because my rhymes is so hot They burn of ya hair, suckas I'm not yo dream I'm yo worst nightmare And I will always begin to tear Up da mic I'm da one ya like And dis ain't as easy as riding a bike I guess I'm not da best Psych