[Verse: Big O]
Yo Yo Check it out
Check it check it out
Now I was never released in the beginning in the era where you never worried bout who was winnin
Even though the sinnin was as bad as the present, the genocide treatin your own kind like a peasant
But we still had a message from a grand-master and the brother One who had the knowledge reign supreme on me
Before the cash ruined everything around me, it was the crack surrounding everything around me, but they still
Kept the spirit to B-boy MC & to kick it and if it was never for DJ Herc or The Zulu's would we even have them 2Pac's
And the Guru's?
So many never celebrate and look back, let's make it last my friend from the beginning to the end
[Hook: Big O x2]
From the beginning it was break dancin & beat boxin & graffiti
MC's squaring off from city to city
[Verse 2: Big O]
Sending back to the old school, watching em videos that's how we know how to cool, but now the game is filled with fillers
That they call albums the problems the real talent never showcase, I put this on my homies yo who love to rap-a-lot even when the mind's playing tricks on me, hol up, hold up a couple n***as starin we like back the f** up, every religion got it's bible but not many recognise Illmatic
So tragic, the young Johnson on the mic I drops the magic our generation needs revival and it was MC's that let us know that school and the five-o was the only enemy T.Y.C be that Fresh Prince, ain't this another trip down memory lane I swear I O-Dog but I got a sweet side like Kane
You can train all you want but I can still run you on the track who bring more Flava than the Mack?
It's infinite who the f** pa**ed you the mic, the old school should be treated like the stone age
Bringing you the best like Fab 5 Freddie and we clowning like Doctor Dre & that Lover Eddie
[Refrain: Big O 5x]
I Make sure everything remains raw
[Hook]
[Bridge: Big O]
New York, New York big city of dreams, new York new York big city of dreams
Cause we rollin down the streets smokin indo sippin on gin & juice
Gimme the loot gimme the loot, ya better recognise
Ring ding ring ding dong ring ring
Natural born k**ers, natural born k**ers, Trigga gots no heart