Ol Skool

Yo, it's B

Funkadelic like a relic
Ancient artifact
Last of a dying breed
Really live what I rap
I'm from the ol skool
Used to beat box & break dance
Windbreakers and parachute pants yo

My fire needs no fuel
This world so cruel
People come and go
Some friends turn foe
We was cool
Now just someone
I used to know
Oh so cold
From way things done
Such a fool so dumb
Shit was all for show
Should have known day one
Trust none stay numb
Had to let go
Chances blown
Missed out on fun
Oh well won't dwell
On a ship that sailed
There'll be
No grudges held
No chance in hell
Refuse to lose
Attitude era
Ring the bell
The champ is here
Bring the belt
Smell what the rock cook
It dosen't matter how u felt
Stone cold wit da flow
Can I get a hell yeah

Funkadelic like a relic
Ancient artifact
Last of a dying breed
Really live what I rap
I'm from the old school
Used to beat box & break dance
Wind breakers & parachute pants yo

Adidas on my feet
Boombox on my shoulders
Wearing a Kangol
Fat gold rope
Cant get much colder
It's bigger than hip hop
Figured they flip flop
To tik tok tongue tied
Slip knot lip lock
Lessons have cost
Tried counting blessings yo
Cherish them thoughts of
How things were before
The message was lost
Back in the days
Remember we used to scrap
Before glorifying gangstas
Horrifying folks with a strap
Estranged fools act strange
Deranged bang tools
Unload ammo
Like a gun range in schools
Change clothes
Out the door before it cools

Funkadelic like a relic
Ancient artifact
Last of a dying breed
Really live what I rap
I'm from the old school
Used to beat box n break dance
Wind breakers & parachute pants yo



Credits
Writer(s): James Nichols
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