BISHOP LAMONT - Ol Skool lyrics

rate me

Yeaaah

This is how you do it when you’re chilling like I be

Fresh everyday, my whole wardrobe is nicey

Never over do it never getting our pricey

I keep it real simple like a did.. septembers

Sweats black T while I freestyle on instrumentals

And then invertedly my bird ain’t getting up too fly

And certainly they worship me, I’m high up in the sky

Clouds with me, transcending space and time

Searching fast starts for a brand new rhyme

.... billion light years

Super-scientific bringing ill to your ears

To catch up with me is gonna take a couple years

Enjoy the night time while I be pip in the sky line

Up on a roof top with a glass of wine

With a .... little honey, yeah, I’m so refined

Yeah, I’m so refined, you can’t stop my shine

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got my Adidas on, three stripes down

Cango to the side, how you like me now

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks

Puffy bubble band say place up the weed

My type of rhyming is to symbolize with the socialism

To free the mind from all the chains from all religions

Steaks and signs, intertwined is the ...

Lexical to technical, bumping up your stereo system

No stress I just manifest the real

While you’re out, display yourself over a phoney ass deal

I analyze and visualize the days implies with the odds of a profit

Who only speaks and seeks the truth

Still logic, methodic, robotic in the booth

Flow mechanical ... the bars ain’t coop

I spit a mouth full of jewels none of you fools could afford

Shipping real for real system cut ombilical chord

See, I never fake moves around with coward ass crews

Nah, uh-uh, I only fucks with the realest

So don’t put me in your playlist next to bitch ass niggers

Don’t put me in your playlist next to bitch ass niggers

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got my Adidas on, three stripes down

Cango to the side, how you like me now

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks

Puffy bubble band say place up the weed

Whatever happened to the days when they gets used to kill it

Correct skills and every bar had to be the illest

No biting no faking better be the realest

Cause if they find out they at your show and fucking kill it

Jump at stage neck in chains and tell you run that

Take your cast bitch ass and tell you don’t come back

Look now phoney niggers is acceptable

Turning hip hop into a garbage ass spectacle

I give a piss and after remain this

Remember after this..

I'm on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got my Adidas on, three stripes down

Cango to the side, how you like me now

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

I’m on my oldschool shit

Got the Timbalands on with the army for ticks

Puffy bubble band say place up the weed