Bishop Lamont - Ol Skool lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, chill it out Feel good, on my old school sh** Uh, and you don't stop La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la That's right La la la, la la la, la la la la [Verse 1] Yeah, this is how you do it when you chilling like I be Fresh debonair, my whole wardrobe is nice, see I never overdo it and be getting all pricey I keeps it real simple like Adidas or some Timbos Sweats, black tee while I freestyle to instrumentals And inadvertently my verdict be that I'm too fly Yes most certainly they worship me, I'm high up in the sky Cloud swimming, transcending space and time Searching past stars for a brand new rhyme 13.3 billion light years, super scientific bring the ill to years To catch up with me is goin' take a couple years Enjoy the nighttime while I be peeping the skyline Up on the rooftop with a gla** of wine With a fine little honey, yeah I'm so refined Yeah I'm so refined, you can't stop my shine [Hook] I'm on my old school sh**, I'm on my old school sh** I'm on my old school sh**, I'm on my old school sh** Got my Adidas on, (?) (?) to the side, how you like me now? I'm on my old school sh**, I'm on my old school sh** I'm on my old school sh**, I'm on my old school sh** Got the Timberlands on with the army fatigues Puffy bubble vest, ayyo blaze up the weed [Verse 2] Yeah, my type of rhyming is (?) with socialism To free the mind and take the chains off of all religions Streets and science intertwine, it's the colloquialisms (?), too technical bumping out your stereo systems No stress I just manifest the real While you rappers play yourselves over a phony a** deal I an*lyze and visualize the days and times With the eyes of a prophet who only speaks and seeks the truth Still logic, methodic, robotic in the booth Flow mechanical, tyrannical, the bars are uncouth I spit a mouthful of j**els none of you fools could afford sh**'s been real for Phil since they cut the umbilical cord See I never fake moves around for coward a** crews Nah, uh uh, I only f**s with the realest So don't put me in your playlist next to b**h a** n***as Don't put me in your playlist next to b**h a** n***as [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, what ever happened to the days when n***as used to k** it? Correct sk**s and every bar had to be the illest No biting, no faking, better be the realest Cause if they found out they at your show with f**ing k**ers Jump the stage, snatch your chain, and tell you run that Take your cash, beat you a**, and tell you don't come back Look now - phony n***as is acceptable Turning hip-hop into a garbage a** spectacle I get pissed, and have to reminisce Remember Das EFX rocked and everybody bit they sh** Digable Planets popped "Rebirth of Slick" "Hip Hop Hooray" by Naughty by Nature was sick Damn, what happened to the style? What happened to the flavor? Used to watch Voltron and eat my pack of Now and Laters Had (?) and (?) and the shirt with alligators (?) when (?) California dropped, that sh** was the greatest [Hook]