Lyrics:
nigga going all out like he on a trial
Ok ok hold on, hold on
Lets lets try it again let's try it again ok ok
Yeah, ahh
Lets take it back to old school
spirits were divided into blinded Hemispheres.
Some who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light.
My Rocinante' sailed by night
On her final flight.
blinded|Hemispheres||Some who did not fight|Brought tales of old to light|'My Rocinante sailed by night|On her final flight'|To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force|We set our
from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get
the character in the song
Dead by the end of the song but he's been dismembered as well
And the Front Porch Boys stopped
And looked up at me just long enough
how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't
Gods roamed the earth
Skalds sang their songs of brave men
Lays of valour and of worth
In the once great halls of yore
By the glow of the warming hearth
these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS]
without the primo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
shade you grew
When you left, I guess
Old Tree left too
The sound of the geese heading south
Lit by a silver moon
The season turns, I hear the song
Old
The Rhombus Warrior that's the name of the CD
You know how I move, I'm about the dash-ins
I prefer to be defined by my actions
I go far beyond all and any
now, I learned enough for a song
Still got some friends, but most of 'em gone
Overdoses or killed by a gun
Breaking into houses, life on the run
Did
get no streeter, nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
Old school style, stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your
I'm dancing with my demons but this is a different song
Yea I'm sick and tired of being tired why it take so long
I wake up everyday but shit is
the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get
They be askin' where I get my sneakers and my jeans
Old schools clean, and my pockets stay green
Little Momma ridin' shotgun and she's mean
Say I'm
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest ways"
you see
It's gold, and it's gold that all can share. We have a great song to
Remember Lorenz Hart by, that wonderful melody that he and Dick Rodgers
anywhere close, maybe I can help
'Cause I come from a long line of lonesome drinkers
Old school bar stool jukebox leaners
Pop a top sing along country
the gamut took risks always a gambler
Provide and kept fridge full dollar by the fistful
Drip smooth swift moves would lie so we can miss school
Arguments
a wild child livin' loud
If you want an opinion
Young, old, brash, bold, it's America yo
I ain't got time to be playing games witchu'
Cuz' I bring
cant lose
Except that mindset
All things you can do
Through Christ who strengthens you like bamboo
So Brush it off
Like a old school dance move
the land of the free
I hear alotta talk about cream
wish I heard more about anonymous warriors that are following a dream
I hear alotta talk about hoes
hear
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