President Of Old School

Some people just think i am old school i told you

i own fools like stoned jewels when i flow through

the mic has been my soul when i hold it i roll sick

keepin shit real i just flow thick i love old shit

so keep hatin my style i keep my spit raw

my rhymes brings the crowd like some hit draw

packin you with punches like tyson packs his bags

you fail to bring your own style cuz acting black is wack

want to stay just underground while people get stunned around

i make you tap your feet to rap,like i just burnt the ground

i work hard my self,so i keep the ''rest'' aside

elvis left the building , cuz i just stepped inside

like your times on bed , you know your shots are lame

only time you've left a bench mark was at your soccer game

you know i shape your vision,dont you? mic is the tool i mould to

i make speeches in rhymes to hold you,like i am the president of old school

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