Old School

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggy don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember Way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestyling With some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?" I'm wondering if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember Breakdancing to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nothing like the old school! What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way What more could I say, I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way