Lyrics:
Schools, take 8.
DIRECTOR: Action!
NARRATOR: Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened
King Arthur. The ferocity of the French taunting took
better in,
A new town wow but if they can't stop messaging,
Their dealer every time they get down then I can't let em in cause,
(CHORUS)
I escaped from
how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat
La Música de Harry Fraud
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint and my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my
a lot of you niggas aye!
That's luxury dog, day one niggas ya stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
a lot of you niggas aye!
That's luxury dog, day one niggas ya stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lots of hateful skeletons
Locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm past
Drop a bag on his head, trade this money fa murder
Bebe gon pop it off, watch him pull out the burner
Lil E the new boss, it's a New World Order
We some
Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where
feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings
think you've reached your time"
I'm tired of wearing buckskin
I think I'll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids don't wanna
And I think you've reached your time"
I'm tired of wearing buckskin
I think I'll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids
niggas acting new
I done went and copped me a buss down
Now I'm fucking bitches by the two
I'll never trade on my niggas, I don't know about you
I put
long live the World Trade
Long live the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (hey)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
And I know some shit's so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow
In
Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where
the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise
I quit school in the 10th grade and I grew out my hair
I got me a job doing lawnmower repair
I met an army recruiter down at the Wynn Dixie
He
Thinking bout gettin back to you when i'm on the road
Hop in this brand new whip i'll take you where you wanna go
As long as you fall in line for me
I quit school in the 10th grade and I grew out my hair
I got me a job doing lawnmower repair
I met an army recruiter down at the Wynn Dixie
He
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
in the castle like Hugh Hef
I jumped out that bitch with some new wear
King he just stick to the code
Niggas don't know how to do that
Bitch I got
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