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up in Oakland
Take it back to that old school
New school I deals, still keeping the old rules
Let's take it back before the ghostwriting where they

when I speak it in song
Oh yeah
So follow along
Now all my teachers, they know what I'm on
Hail from Connecticut, that's where I'm from
They joke

then I'm lying

Remember your friend's party on that cold March night 
When I stole your high school sweatshirt and I wore it by the fire 
Well it's hung

triffids knitted out of early morning eye lids
I once saw the largest cruise ship in the world get sunk by a prawn
and a man of who died for nothing. I've

pumping silver through my chest true,
Old school but cold cool tryna purchase protools I’m able with the Ableton my people always God fool, 
Rise

I lost everything 
From the love of my life to the songs on my computer 
Everything was going right
But now i'm back to the old town run down

locked in
The cage and losin' the time
You should not be afraid of provin' ya grind
Visionary with the words that could lead
A school of the blind
I'm

a place I don't belong
The struggle in these halls the reason I'm so strong
The bars is broken by the lyrics in my songs
I write my wrongs
And manifest my

with diesel the old-school way
What you knowin' 'bout a hand pump?
Son, that was so archaic
It worked, nonetheless, then the flagship fairway
I'd go

You care to listen just listen
I'm writing history visit
Old days is better than present
Gave us this music as present
People now totally miss it

Jesus, he taught me the lessons
So this is by faith not stressing
Remember in high school, giving me hate
They laughed at the songs and said it was lame

Imma keep spreading my message
Till it's overseas
Trying to educate the people
That listen to me
Cause if you're not learning at
School then listen to me

about to wreck again
Hold the doors open, like a gentleman
Especially for rappers 'cuz these dudes be acting feminine
Old school beat killer ripping

be until they hear the deluxe
Like I remember peacefully reading my bibles next to the outside ducks by my old school
I felt like my family, man I felt

nearby but he wasn't clowned
It was his first year of middle school
He disliked it, he wanted back in his room
He was told the year would zoom
He didn't

Me, I been plotting on a Ray Eames
(Uh huh)
And like them songs by a genius, it Ain't What it Seems
(It Ain't What it Seems)
Walter Van, you could pan

crank my favorite song

'Cause I got that clear blue sky
Sunshine on my mind
Highway by my side
Yeah, I'm doing just fine
I feel that wind blowing

You ever been
Awaken by the same old dream
Up to the same old things
"What u wanna do?" Get green
But I be stuck in between

A rock and a hard place

Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics
It's the rule of the rap genre
Y'all say that I need to keep the heat
After I defeat critics

too
Don’t get to the top by stepping on people under you
Well some will do, that’s just not me
Maybe that’s the reason I am not cocky
Its like Ima old

of beer
Bacardi and Liquor
Because tonight there is a giant
House party at Pickford's
It's the last day of school
Slater is trippin' tony had a weird dream

He just a young man with a lot of shit on his shoulders
Barely 10 years old, but he feel he mentally older
Just ready for change, and he can't wait

[Chorus:]
New Kids On The block,had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick.
And I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer,for the summer

It's OK

Jeff "T-Bone" Gerard

Bone-A-Fide

2005

and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get