Kick it old school one minute (one minute)
I’m just trying to have fun with it
Bring it to the future two minutes (two minutes)
Trailblazer gon’ set a new Guinness
Dancehall three minutes (three minutes)
The party don’t stop, don’t stop till we finished
Keep it all hardcore four minutes (four minutes)
Of course with no pause, we dishin’ that raw business
Get lifted to Hieroglyphics, green tea and a Chipwich
Ain’t packin’ no piece but I’m gon’ thicken up the hit list, right?
Lost in the blues five minutes (five minutes)
Ay yo we bringin’ you that news, еyewitness
Hard to stay fresh with thеse reps actin rotten, Keep the
Borough unforgotten, the schemes we never stopp plottin’
Jam that r&b six minutes (six minutes)
Our brothers’ ODing like Sid Vicious
We need gold rags so we can turn em back to riches
And our status grow fast once we’re past the stack of dishes
Could see that roll of cash, bout to grant a pack of wishes, but
Taxes and setbacks cut the miles down to inches, so
We roll the dice and draw chance like Monopoly
Under the boardwalk in Generation: No Property
Thinking back to beating Moonwalker on Sega, flip
On Yolanda Vega for the Win 4 Lottery
Frankie up the block’s got a Rottweiler and bottle rocket
I’m just trying to get these 7 quarters to the comic shop
Flick the joystick, flying kick to Sub Zero
Back when Liu Kang was my hero over Wu-Tang and DeNiro
(Ha, Yeah), It’s so real and yet surreal, I got the
Feels, learning Dirty’s last meal’s a bowl of cereal
We reach for that nostalgia to cut the dreary, got
Me rolling with the rebels, but my guard’s up imperial
And so we kick it old school one minute (one minute)
I’m just trying to have fun with it
Bring it to the future two minutes (two minutes)
Yo, look out ya boy gonna set a new Guinness
Dancehall three minutes (three minutes)
The party don’t stop, don’t stop till we finished
Keep it all hardcore four minutes (four minutes)
Maybe it’s ghostwriters or maybe he’s born with it
Catch the ladder match, is Brett Hart gonna win it (go, go, go, aaaaahhh!)
Title belt gets evicted like a New York tenant
When Shawn Michaels kicked the ladder down, kids from out of
Town heard me smash that antenna like a battleground
The older kids say it’s fake, I won’t have it, if we
Didn’t turn up for high stakes we sat around, and straight
Wasted what they say’s the best years of our days
Wishing apathy was just a passing phase, two decades
Later same sh#t different airwaves, now tell me
Are millennials lazy or on a rampage
We take it to the block, say this shit’s gotta stop
And they respond to us with tear gas canisters, riot squads, and batons, it’s all
Toxic and I’m tryin’ to go back to a simpler time
America wasn’t great but I was nine, and nothin’ bothered me a
Lot, my crew was Yakko and Dot, and all I needed was a
Cookies n’ creme Twix to be like damn that hit the spot, listen
Kept it OG my first minute (first minute)
One year after tick tock ya don’t stop, (hit it)
And stay fresh to my dyin minute, dollar
Slice and grape drink like sugar and Triaminic
Kick it old school one minute (one minute)
I’m just trying to have fun with it
Bring it to the future two minutes (two minutes)
Look out ya boy gonna set a new Guinness
Dancehall three minutes (three minutes)
The party don’t stop, don’t stop till we finished
Keep it all hardcore four minutes (four minutes)
The sound is moving forward, we gon’ walk along with it
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