Текст песни DJ Honda f Black Attack - Old School, New School
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[Black Attack]One twoWhat the fuck going on?Black Attack, AMV`98 worldwideKnamsayin, knamsayin?You `bout to take a ride through the townSome wild shit sonWord up, hold onYo, let me clear my throat like DJ ClueSet it off for my niggas who be actin foolBlackattack `em, have they techniques on holdShut `em down at the end where there`s pots of goldLet me dilly, dally, hit this alleyPuff an L with sally or this chronic from CaliWilin, comin straight from Rosevelt IslandThats how it is, dog nobodies smilinAlways on some cool out, neva get upsetFlow all over the track get my dough to stepThey call me Blackattack I rep the AMVAnd one thing I hate is a weak emceeI gets it, going off, cuz I`m up next to flexYou bet I`m coming through, shit be rough like sexPositive, and watch ya toes tap to thisAnd Blackattack make `em clap to thisChorus: [Black Attack]Aiyyo, Old school, New school need to learn`oI burn baby burn like disco infernoBurn like disco infernoI said I burn like disco infernoOld school, New school need to learn`oI burn baby burn like disco infernoBurn like disco infernoI said I burn like disco inferno[Black Attack]I be ya idol, the highest title, numero unoBigger nigga, break cats down like Frank BrunoYou know, new kid on the block rip tracks upCheck out my melody and the way I twist sacks upI was fiend at the age of seventeenCash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAMWait a minute, ha, slowdown babyI`m on a rampage for dough now babySometimes I wonder what`choo lookin forCan a ill rapper make money any more?If you tired cousin, go take a napIf you rappin outta place then you will get smackedGot thirty songs ready and I still want moreKinda fallen ??? black four doorAlways calm under pressure, don`t need to act shookListen when I tell you boys...Chorus (With Variations)[Black Attack]Now look, in this corner we have the raw buddha blazerYou bettin for ya style dog I raise yaDouble, confident, my shit on pointI got godfather trees while you rollin a jointI know y`all wonderin, is black paid?I`m broker than a motherfucka tryin to saveCuz I ain`t got cash, I can`t flow neitherKick ya best flow and I`ll make you a believerI live with rap, die with rapTalk with rap, walk with rap, smoke with rapEat with rap, I do my thing and thats thatI don`t think niggas fucking with the BlackattackSmack the back of a neck of a wack emceeI don`t fuck with the crack, I smoke cranberryNigga please, all I`m tryin to do is get cheeseAnd own land in the sand in the West IndiesChorus (With Variations)[Black Attack]To all the old school veter-ansEMPD, Rakim, Redman, Special EdKRS-One, no doubt, what whatOld school, New SchoolReal deal nigga, word up