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Funky DL
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Back Around the Old School
Intro Now I'm back around the old school that raised me now I'm back around the old school that raised me now I'm, now I'm back around the old school that raised me now I'm back around the old school that raised me
Chorus Now I'm back around the old school that raised me (back around the old school) now I'm back around the old school that raised me now I'm, now I'm back around the old school that raised me (back around the old school) now I'm back around the old school that raised me (back)
Verse One Now I'm back around the old school that raised me it's crazy 3 feet high and rising with daisy's caps to the back, fresh mesh, fresh to death best dressed so don't step on my sneakers spit a rhyme I'll leave you speechless back to the struggle when Def Jam had Russell in the hustle and Break-dance 1 had the muscles from Brussels doing handclaps in black Spandex back when Smokey was a bandit I'm guarding the mic, my man's next spit it like Special Ed, Biz Mark and KRS or the Fresh Prince and Jazz Jeff back when we used to worry bout' the year 2000 millennium bugs now the ghetto got millennium thugs and hip-hop evolved and young bloods feel old platinum replaced gold, competition's fierce and vinyl stores are scarce it's a ghost town it's like the Sheriff got scared and fle'ed the showdown and Berry Gordy quit Motown, where's Stevie Wonder? Last I heard he did a track with Busta without the old school there's no school now I'm back around it feels so cool
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Verse Two Now I'm back around the old school, young with no front teeth listening to Kool Keith and Stetsasonic before De La did Bionix, before Dre did The Chronic the ladies wore door knocker earrings and bandanas and young kids believed in Santa Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com and hip-hop was beats, rhymes, pops and locks where Rakim made em' clap while Eric would cut and the term Sucker MC's was for Sucker MC's and these synthesized beats on keys were not born and Pete Rock made a hook using only a horn I reminisce and think about the wonderful bliss when ice was only for drinks and was never for wrists and selling out was for them punks, it was never for this we maintained, when adversity came we changed lanes our words had the power to sway and change brains and free our own people from these shackles and chains that imprison the youth and imprison the truth so I'mma act like a prisoner when I'm in the booth and hold bars get it? I'm no fool, there's no rules there's no clues paid my dues when reppin' the old school
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Verse Three Now I'm back around the old school before Mafia names where kids took a can sprayed graffiti on trains it was tagging, MC'ing was the art of bragging before rumours of gay rappers and Armageddon and every rap record was a lesson schooling me was the likes of Young MC and Schooly D catch my drift? And double vinyl records didn't exist now they old news demoted to old tunes but them plastics are considered classics some are worth paper do the mathematics yo, I let my tape rock till my tape pop when my tape got stuck I was like man what pushing paper in the top holes my blanks ran out every week I was taping what was hot on the street pressing pause when the DJ was beginning to speak hoping that the track would leave a little loop of the beat and I love them days, them days were priceless one of the nicest times in my life when I think back they still amaze me it's crazy cos now I'm back around the old school that raised me
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