True School Anthem - J-Live

OLD SCHOOL NEW SCHOOL NO SCHOOL RULE LIKE TRUE SCHOOL

REPEAT

I rock

Shit like this to leave skid marks.

The way a

Point blank unchained pit barks.

Or like the

Wide open jaws of a black shark.

I’m like the

Starks that made you kids wanna get Clarks.

Cause now you

See me now you don’t.

First you feel me, now you won’t feel

Nothing but detached from yourself.

So when the

Mic was detached from my hand niggas ran like the

Riffle was detached from the shelf.

So when the

Crowd say your wack, and you gots to go.

Step

Back or end up in the hospital.

You got

Three hints on who bout to rock the show.

Six

Foot God farmer growing crops of flow.

YOU BETTER

RECOGNIZE JUST HOW WE DO.

WE LET THAT

HOT SHIT SIMMER JUST FOR YOU.

WE BRIDGE THE

GAP BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW.

WHEN I SAY

WHAT SCHOOL IS THIS YAWL SAY TRUE.

You make the

Call in this lyrical brawl one for all.

All a get stunned by one just for fun.

No timeouts is called once my game’s begun, cause

If skills are raw then rhymes are well done.

Son,

Who’s the pebble in the landslide trying to

Maintain when names don’t amount to a shit stain.

You can roll deeper than Farrakhan its still on.

J turns that ambush into that marathon.

Cause

If mad heads was there, than mad heads was pet,

Cause mad heads could fly or mad heads could jet.

The stage is set and you drown in your own sweat.

There’s

No point in getting upset, cause my shit’s not

Done yet.

Just pray to God I’ll be through by

Sunset.

I’m liver than electrical outlets

When wet.

There might be time left to place one

Bet on just how bad opponents regret

Their threats.

You swing hits like the Mets.

Well

I’ll be, the whole damn MLB.

So

Tell me, why let your dogs loose if you scared to

Sick’em.

Would be suspects make the best victims.

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Ayo

How amped am I?

Yawl motherfuckers asking,

How damp am I From sweating J L I?

V E add a RY are my rhymes that

Fly?

Needle in My third eye if I lie.

That’s

Why with me battling is fucking with a Pussy emcee,

Whose wack rhymes are a STD.

Cause if a

Dope rhyme’s A Jim hat, I run through more Trojans than

Notre Dame fullbacks at USC.

So what’s the

Weather like?

All of the above will be caused by Me,

Cause year round I’m down to put it on ya.

They

Wanted me to Fall but instead I went ta spring

Summa these all season flavors upon Ya.

I’m

Coming through to warn ya, a yawner is a goner.

Those who Sleep better realize how deep the

First step to fucking with me Happens to be.

Heads are

Steady claiming that could never happen to Me.

But

Steadily making empty threats trying to gas me with

Gun talk When rhymes remain unleaded and my

Tank’s not empty yet.

Whoever though I had a

Microsoft word let your cursor press edit.

And

Scroll down to undo rhyme, got to file hit

Save and quit, because You ain’t printing shit.

Matter

Fact, if you don’t take them disses of Your disk Imma

Download a virus and crash your whole system.

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