Old School Crew (feat. Unique Unknown & HipHopcrates)

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We're just and old school crew
We jam on the streets
Hand drum hand clap
Taking turns making beats
We could rock your rec room 
Or a thousand seats
But a part of the art
Will always start on the streets

We like to jam down cellar
We jam at the beach
With our dreams and our fears
And some beers within reach
I mean sure we write and practice
Once in while, other times
Camp fire, guitar, freestyle
Music like a smile
It's kind of universal
The best way to smile
True you no rehearsal 
We'll meet and connect
Then pass it to the next
Keep the whole tribe vibing
Until there's no hate left 

We're just and old school crew
We jam on the streets
Hand drum hand clap
Taking turns making beats
We could rock your rec room 
Or a thousand seats
But a part of the art
Will always start on the streets

Gimme the beat
A minute to speak
For the people that need to feed
Who've bled enough
In debt enough
We've had enough
Read it and weep
Don't just leave it to me
Lets beat them together 
And teach the endeavors
Through music and use it
To boost all the levels and
Better the weak
Take it back to the streets
We'll ask the non believers 
Attract the bottom feeders
Seamlessly with rhythm 
Give them a simple systems adjustment
Reinventing the wheel 
Enough to find the distance
From the dust collected 
A just affection
I reckon when we're done 
We'll have more love than ever mentioned
No more suspension, relentless tensions
Intent on spreading us thin from within
Again and again until the end
This is the anthem for you to stand up
Throw your hand up and get to chanting  
This is the anthem for you to stand up
Throw your hand up and get to chanting

We're just and old school crew
We jam on the streets
Hand drum hand clap
Taking turns making beats
We could rock your rec room 
Or a thousand seats
But a part of the art
Will always start on the streets

Don't need to grab my balls
Just to break down walls
I don't need gold chains 
To expand your brain
The narcissistic vain
Will never help me explain 
The strained vein that remains
Between love and pain

I don't need cash flow or flashy clothes
To pass knowledge, grab ahold of my hand
I won't let go, that's on my honor 
Honestly I kill them with kindness 
Fill them with love 
Instead of mindless violence 
The test of time 
That's why I rhyme with my sisters and brothers

We're just and old school crew
We jam on the streets
Hand drum hand clap
Taking turns making beats
We could rock your rec room 
Or a thousand seats
But a part of the art
Will always start on the streets

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