Lyrics:
The old guard rolls and a hero passes by
Another one's gone
To the other side
Brothers and sisters who gave it their all
They said send me
When
away
I got a lot on my back, get to school every day
Don't wanna get fucked to make my own money
Backstab by friends, is that being old?
If there ain't
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
For all of y'all putting in work that they never saw
This song's for you
For everyone striving, but haven't yet got the call
This song's for you
out stealing songs, and then you're robbing liquor stores
And selling crack and running over school kids with your car
So don't download this song
mean, come on! I know we're all missing those good old songs we could sing along to,
Those underground hits nobody knew about but you...tell me how did
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
Produced by Nurelle, so, this song should do well
The Passion Mixtape (Friki friki friki fricki Guess Who's Back)
Clap Your Hands
If you feeling this
a gluttonous display of
Endless human stupidity
When it comes down to who's to blame for
The high school murders
In Littleton, Colorado
Throw a rock and you'll
outside
Then we won't bother looking inside
I'm too old a dude to be scared of flopping
We're from the old school, this is real hip hopping
And we talk
a saw I wore
I'm a kill
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till it's done
See, I got guns, and I'm sick
See how you said meet me here, and I
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
playing in this wound-to-wisdom game
And the beauty inside
Is the bomb that's blowing
All this terror away
Holding to warrior vision, don't let it sway
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
[Chorus:]
Every once in awhile
You need some ol' skool company
Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove
And a old school melody
When God, his son
like a pack of assholes
You'd probably get attacked by some 3rd graders
I like the old school songs
Like 2pac, Biggie, Eminem, Dr. Dre & other 90's
It's a winter song
It's a winter song
It is not a religiously specific song
It's a winter song
It's a winter song
So come and sing along
If I
Bust it to the floor when the Henny pop
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Bust it down to the floor
Yeah
And that’s 6 by 3
I do 25 to life if they
make it plain
Keeping the smoke
Cooking the food
Making long songs
I'm just joking
These are not long
Listen to Echoes
By Pink Floyd
Break like a toy
she took my freedom
And I idly watched as time passed by
But a warrior cannot hide, I did not fight
In the sun, but the idol I tore down at night
Now, I
rampage
On the school teachers and on children of such callow age
And so, this is a song for the teacher Scott Beigel
Died bringing his children back
[Chorus]
Every once in awhile
You need some ol' skool company
Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove
And a old school melody
When God, his son
(Chorus)
Ooooohhhh
Love me like its Old School
Tell me that you want to
Moooove
In a little closer
Keeping my Composure
It seems like the only
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
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