Old School Crew (feat. Unique Unknown & HipHopcrates)

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