VERSE I - DT
The old school's true school never underrate the past
Paved way for the present in no time, so I’ll be saying it fast
The way these bars go over heads like kids raising hands
Makes me wanna stick to my arm like a sick crazy tat
I've been stating facts, hiphop story came from the golden age
Back then slaves only way used to communicate
Step by step leveled up till the glory came
Now fake heads live it behind like a ponytail
My only name is Terroar on the microphone
A pen god! Mortal poets can't write my type of poem
I’m in my higher zone, reminiscing on whats these cats be missing
Me & Plasthic Slash never force the feeling, yeah telepathy
You run 'a kitty' like Fayose, that's your kinda state
My kinda taste is to get capitals for a high estate
And stay fly occupying the entire airspace
Life's a death race, wrong ways leads to bad earthquakes
HOOK - DT
I'm on another level, and that's a true fact
If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back
Bow for the throwback class and that's the old-school
I stay true, ain’t gatto act like I dont know you
VERSE II - DT
HipHop’s in the genes like denims and big baggies
I'm illmatic, words move y’all but flow is static
With the bars? I'm still ill at it
Spilling out words all day like an ill addict
When I check the stats, I see traffic like a road worker
I'm a known brother that brings the curtains down just like show stoppers
Moh4karz, haters who trynna spit on me
You can't feed on me, tell the DJs all the spins on
When I go in, the wackness should dissappear...
Far away, my orientation I swear no be here
Beyond your thoughts, like dark tape so hold your touch
Fire in the booth, Slash said "lets go smoke your joint"
Toss your coins, my flow’s on point like Biggie Smallz's
I need a milli yoh, not these filthy ass with a hilly bump
What's really more left, if you don't pay homage to the root
Its like a tree growing, how tf you gonna give out fruits?
HOOK - DT
I'm on another level, and that's a true fact
If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back
Bow for the throwback class and that's the old-school
I stay true, ain't gatto act like I don't know you
VERSE III - Plasthic Slash
This is old school like adult education
Before these trappers began to assault medications
Sipping codeine and lean, I've been wielding the mic
Really recite with thrilling insights, the feeling is nice
Huge funds spent on studio sessions letting us splurge
Leaps of faith like a long jumper repping his church
Huh! When any nigga said I was hardly meant to do this
That I sucked, I ran amok like Harvey Spencer Lewis
Bumped Das Efx, Inspectah Deck, tapes by Funk Flex
But tooting my own horn been instrumental to my success
In my own vocal booth, It's cool here, I rule here
Even dudes with trichotillomania have no pull here
Push boundaries like gerrymandering even when bantering
Many older rappers curse youngins, slandering and angering
When I diss em, it's tongue in cheek, never been an ass kisser
But everytime they hear new music on the loudspeaker, they act bitter
No joy at forty eight, their hearts full of hard rocks
Old boy associate of the school of hard knocks
You wasn't a class act but the class clown so sit your ass down
Stop trying to dismantle this mantle before it is passed down
HOOK - DT
I'm on another level, and thats a true fact
If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back
Bow for the throwback class and that's the oldschool
I stay true, ain't gatto act like I dont know you
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