Old School Theater (feat. True Aim)
Welcome welcome
Ya mothalovas
To this Old School Theater
Where the ugly is beautiful
The crazy is right
The wrong is
Only misunderstood
And the just
Are all but gone
Now without further ado
In this Old School Theater
I'm the Fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
In this Old School Theater
I'm the Fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
Pavement trade
Of stone brick high stakes
Real life trail ways
Single roll dice games
Since my school days
When Mac Mittens ran 60th
First to warn me bout the snakes
In their white skin
The streets are filled with dirt
Grime and grease
Niggas with
Venom in their teeth
Biting while you sleep
So I keep a fully loaded
Semi Auto Krud Kutter piece
All over my personality
I'm mean
As in not too nice
To the opposition
In addition
Cowards and me
Can never agree
That alone
Gives me
More than enough
Reasoning to unleash
Cans of ass whoopings
Spinach made excuses to
Pop eyes
Puff up chest rise
Arms swoll
I'm running down like Popeyes
I'm the Old School New Guy
Tough Is the best way
To describe
Bitch I'm not thinking it
I'm living it
The voice behind
These dark rhymes
Is a sick fuck
Who loves to compromise
My haters wives
Brutalize at full-size
Then baptize their butterflies
That's a cream pie
Synchronized
With my cocky side
While I pulverize
These bitches state of minds
And communize my vegetized
Olive trees
I AM A
Diabolical Freak
With Illogical Mystique
Mythological Physique
Unstoppable Technique
A Long Awaited Prodigy
Yes
Hi that's me
Without Further ado
Last Remaining Few
A nigga not quite like you
The un heard of
The undesirable
The only one of his kind
You won't ever find a nigga
Quite unique like me
An antique
Last of a dying breed
A living rare figurine
Only found in your
Grand mommas
China cabinet Stamped Overseas
My potency contained gradually
Spiking chopping it up
Next to a key
Socializing about my uprisings
Energizing through
My nasal cavities
Inhale and breathe this raw
Right in front of me
Then scheme to defeat
These fake bully's
All Bluto's must pay Me
What's mine immediately
Then die vigorously
I here been summarized
Brilliantly
Masterminding
Consistencies
Taking my time with this shit
At the flick of my wrist
I'm Orchestrating Symphonies
This here my Theater
Please have a seat
I said shut the fuck Up
And listen carefully
Jersey Homie
I'm slaying
Without any mercy
I'm saying
I'll Get Even With You Foreigner
Grudge Hoarder Fire Forger
With fetennal bars
To over dose you
Keeping it Old School
Spraying rat poison
To pest control you
My Orange Flames
Expanding with all this
Gas that I'm adding
At this last known
Hess Station addy
Where you find me
Rapping
As a fantastic
Dramatic
88 made savage
My 90s traumatic
That's a classic
I've held back
Covered myself In plastic
From the action
Figure to
Unwrapped it
And brandish
Accumulating
Years of anguish
Im Turbo Man
Doing damage
A dark Jingle
All The Way
In this Old School Theater
Where I'm the fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
Ya mothalovas
To this Old School Theater
Where the ugly is beautiful
The crazy is right
The wrong is
Only misunderstood
And the just
Are all but gone
Now without further ado
In this Old School Theater
I'm the Fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
In this Old School Theater
I'm the Fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
Pavement trade
Of stone brick high stakes
Real life trail ways
Single roll dice games
Since my school days
When Mac Mittens ran 60th
First to warn me bout the snakes
In their white skin
The streets are filled with dirt
Grime and grease
Niggas with
Venom in their teeth
Biting while you sleep
So I keep a fully loaded
Semi Auto Krud Kutter piece
All over my personality
I'm mean
As in not too nice
To the opposition
In addition
Cowards and me
Can never agree
That alone
Gives me
More than enough
Reasoning to unleash
Cans of ass whoopings
Spinach made excuses to
Pop eyes
Puff up chest rise
Arms swoll
I'm running down like Popeyes
I'm the Old School New Guy
Tough Is the best way
To describe
Bitch I'm not thinking it
I'm living it
The voice behind
These dark rhymes
Is a sick fuck
Who loves to compromise
My haters wives
Brutalize at full-size
Then baptize their butterflies
That's a cream pie
Synchronized
With my cocky side
While I pulverize
These bitches state of minds
And communize my vegetized
Olive trees
I AM A
Diabolical Freak
With Illogical Mystique
Mythological Physique
Unstoppable Technique
A Long Awaited Prodigy
Yes
Hi that's me
Without Further ado
Last Remaining Few
A nigga not quite like you
The un heard of
The undesirable
The only one of his kind
You won't ever find a nigga
Quite unique like me
An antique
Last of a dying breed
A living rare figurine
Only found in your
Grand mommas
China cabinet Stamped Overseas
My potency contained gradually
Spiking chopping it up
Next to a key
Socializing about my uprisings
Energizing through
My nasal cavities
Inhale and breathe this raw
Right in front of me
Then scheme to defeat
These fake bully's
All Bluto's must pay Me
What's mine immediately
Then die vigorously
I here been summarized
Brilliantly
Masterminding
Consistencies
Taking my time with this shit
At the flick of my wrist
I'm Orchestrating Symphonies
This here my Theater
Please have a seat
I said shut the fuck Up
And listen carefully
Jersey Homie
I'm slaying
Without any mercy
I'm saying
I'll Get Even With You Foreigner
Grudge Hoarder Fire Forger
With fetennal bars
To over dose you
Keeping it Old School
Spraying rat poison
To pest control you
My Orange Flames
Expanding with all this
Gas that I'm adding
At this last known
Hess Station addy
Where you find me
Rapping
As a fantastic
Dramatic
88 made savage
My 90s traumatic
That's a classic
I've held back
Covered myself In plastic
From the action
Figure to
Unwrapped it
And brandish
Accumulating
Years of anguish
Im Turbo Man
Doing damage
A dark Jingle
All The Way
In this Old School Theater
Where I'm the fearless Preacher
Composing Teacher
Overachiever
Opposing Ring Leader
Credits
Writer(s): David Core, Antony Sable
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