Rhymefest - Old School Tactics lyrics

[E.C. spoken] Here we go once again Back for more Keep it on like this til the break of dawn Show y'all how some real MC's cold rock the mic and get things right [Hook] Rock, rock, y'all, to the funky cuts Freak freak, y'all. These n***a can't get enough Hold tight, y'all and it'll be alright Low Life, y'all, we keep it live all night [E.C.] A Yo, I'm burning motherf**ers like Tiajuana hoes Got a master degree in these devistating flows And I know that y'all recognize the enemy I'm an MC with tall sk** and some mark a** ability Living by ideals, hip hop pioneers instilled in me And while you act like someone else, myself is who I'm thrilled to be And still you be thinkin that you're ample But don't you wonder why your labels cuttin off your ends like a sample? I trample MC's like the running of the bulls up in Spain And make a living giving motherf**ers pain I reign as the wack crew attacker, Low Life cracker Beat and snare jacker, I'm after Any who oppose and want to bring it And now that you've quit rappin, motherf**er, you can sing it, uhhh [Hook] - 2X [Rhyme Fest] E.C. and Rhyme Fest, the hella shocka, tell a doctor That this n***a broke his neck trying to do the helicopter Call the pastor, cause when I blast ya, who's the master? I daze and create ways like Legendary Traxster Staying bolder, as I get older, the mic holder Beat n***as around the world cause I'm a universal soldier It's time to annihilate any and all Competition who by wishin Ill would drop like a waterfall And get wet up. I'll blow your whole set up E.C. smack him in his face if he ever hold his head up I strike like lightning and hit like a truck Blew you up so bad intensive care wouldn't give a f** So why should I if you die? This ain't Amen, but f** with Ill and like Deacon, you're gonna Fry [Hook] - 2X {*scratching and cutting until fade by DJ BoogieBoy*}