Lyrics:
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
Well I traded some songs
For an old record player
And a suitcase that came from the war
I knew I didn't need it
But I was feeling kinda low
From
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
Legends are told
A brave soldier of old
Ventured from a city that we now know as Rome
Valiant as Zeus
Paying a debt overdue
A quest foreseen by
judged by my King
And you will fail
Take that as a promise from the King
Sometimes I do speak for the King
And you should kneel to your betters in this
I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by
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
The cigarette smoke from our eyes
You'll hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils up
"Feels like that I've been here before"
I don't wanna romanticize another
Time that's gone by
But I have to be honest and tell you that
I'm an old
To contemplate my own true self
And keep me young as I grow old
The beauty of the days gone by
The music that we used to play
So lift your glass and raise it high
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
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!"
It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old
From angels bending near
Yeah
Migos
First kicked the door when I was seventeen years old (seventeen, woo)
Seen my first fifty, ballin', eighteen years old (eighteen,
old song
So wipe off the frown
And turn around and face each other
Come on, come on
Let's sing a song
A song for you, a song for me, a song for
"It's Mr N on that track"
yea,
(Chorus)
Rrrrrraaaaa..
No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah,
The death emerge from the vessel
It'll look in your eyes see the lies
Forged from fire
See through an open door
Feel the enemies of old
Charted skies guide
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
somebody else got to wait
Seven hundred billion but my old neighborhood
Ain't nothing changed but the date
[Chorus]
Ain't nothing ever come from
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
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