Lyrics:
that I created
Made up bullshit by thinking creative
Held it down for my peeps never say shit
Straight up lie to the feds at the station
And I spent me
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
seein' new things (skrrt, skrrt)
Rollin' up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings (skrrt, skrrt)
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was
and blue
When Chance returns home from sex his vital organs are black and blue
Chance abuses women and covers it up by calling it rough sex
Me Chance
come on and lift up your hands
To understand just why we praise, let me tell you how it all went down
The news spread so very fast, people came from
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
better stay up in your bag
Lord protect me from my demons only thing I ever ask
Give my kids a better future that's exactly what the aim is
Ion want be
apart
Rap is still an art, and no one's from the Old School
Cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole
a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old
fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'Cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old School 'cause Rap
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut,
Who are you, who is who, what you knew is absent from the brain
Reaction is delayed impacted by mental blockades ask
What is new, what's the news
that's the shit I'm on {come on}
Sucka MC's come new in the game
Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing {uh)
Remember when Shantay was live on stage
up!
(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East
Straight from the bottom it came out the basement
The way that I did it amazing
If we get caught we gone beat all them cases
Fuck it get back
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
which is deeper down in florida than the fucking
muck we be musing on for our lives and their
muhfuckin' amusement, here, at this beautiful
museum.
on the run,
In a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come.
My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin.
Trying to find my way up the Stairway
lyrics, she gave black love new meaning, even showed up on a different world
For a few seasons with Whitney and Dwayne
I know it's random, but this too is
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
come on and lift up your hands
To understand just why we praise, let me tell you how it all went down
The news spread so very fast, people came from
Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school
Cause rap is still a brand new cool
I say no one from
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