Dj Honda Old School New School Lyrics

Old School New School Lyrics

f/ Black Attack







[Black Attack]



One two



What the fuck going on?



Black Attack, AMV



'98 worldwide



Knamsayin, knamsayin?



You 'bout to take a ride through the town



Some wild shit son



Word up, hold on







Yo, let me clear my throat like DJ Clue



Set it off for my niggas who be actin fool



Blackattack 'em, have they techniques on hold



Shut 'em down at the end where there's pots of gold



Let me dilly, dally, hit this alley



Puff an L with sally or this chronic from Cali



Wilin, comin straight from Rosevelt Island



Thats how it is, dog nobodies smilin



Always on some cool out, neva get upset



Flow all over the track get my dough to step



They call me Blackattack I rep the AMV



And one thing I hate is a weak emcee



I gets it, going off, cuz I'm up next to flex



You bet I'm coming through, shit be rough like sex



Positive, and watch ya toes tap to this



And Blackattack make 'em clap to this







Chorus: [Black Attack]







Aiyyo, Old school, New school need to learn'o



I burn baby burn like disco inferno



Burn like disco inferno



I said I burn like disco inferno



Old school, New school need to learn'o



I burn baby burn like disco inferno



Burn like disco inferno



I said I burn like disco inferno







[Black Attack]



I be ya idol, the highest title, numero uno



Bigger nigga, break cats down like Frank Bruno



You know, new kid on the block rip tracks up



Check out my melody and the way I twist sacks up



I was fiend at the age of seventeen



Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM



Wait a minute, ha, slowdown baby



I'm on a rampage for dough now baby



Sometimes I wonder what'choo lookin for



Can a ill rapper make money any more?



If you tired cousin, go take a nap



If you rappin outta place then you will get smacked



Got thirty songs ready and I still want more



Kinda fallen ??? black four door



Always calm under pressure, don't need to act shook



Listen when I tell you boys...







Chorus (With Variations)







[Black Attack]



Now look, in this corner we have the raw buddha blazer



You bettin for ya style dog I raise ya



Double, confident, my shit on point



I got godfather trees while you rollin a joint



I know y'all wonderin, is black paid?



I'm broker than a motherfucka tryin to save



Cuz I ain't got cash, I can't flow neither



Kick ya best flow and I'll make you a believer



I live with rap, die with rap



Talk with rap, walk with rap, smoke with rap



Eat with rap, I do my thing and thats that



I don't think niggas fucking with the Blackattack



Smack the back of a neck of a wack emcee



I don't fuck with the crack, I smoke cranberry



Nigga please, all I'm tryin to do is get cheese



And own land in the sand in the West Indies







Chorus (With Variations)







[Black Attack]



To all the old school veter-ans



EMPD, Rakim, Redman, Special Ed



KRS-One, no doubt, what what



Old school, New School



Real deal nigga, word up