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  • Kano – Old School

    Ayo, MJ
    Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
    I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
    From flava to dasha
    From rinse to major
    Rude boi, don watch dat
    When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
    Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
    Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
    So move, the guy don’t know u
    Dat means you ain’t old skool
    From one pound-piece to notes, boo
    K-A I’m old skool
    Look, I’m vocal, but a lot of blokes chat a lot of bres
    But the niggas, emotional
    I’m old skool
    Like opal fruits
    Gob-stoppers or new- born babies
    I’m a vet but they know they’re cool
    They spittin through they headphones
    I go back like flava FM
    Tells stories by paper
    Way before asia
    Imitates were AB and M
    Sound stars, turntabling top ten
    And I was housin G like closer than closer
    Till I found the MIC
    And the vocals I wrote
    I’m so cool with my old skoole shit
    Addidas show shoes and my Stan smiths
    I’m the man with a PH, 337
    From cassettes to my CD seller
    Rude boi, now watch dat
    When it came to the scene, I locked dat
    Cause when it come to the green, I stomp that
    Gos cash, you can never ty rob that
    So move nigga, I don’t know you
    Dat means you ain’t old skool
    From one pound pieces to notes, boo
    K-A, so old skool
    Beggas hate old skool life, and me?
    Niggas know why my boss on da beat
    Hardcore, neva go soft on the street
    From “boys love girls” to “London Town”
    I told the world and knocked London down
    Total reputations ain’t deservin
    From MCs that put the work in
    I had a few tunes before Youtube
    And I was a known face, before channel U
    PP, reps to EQ
    And my prada straps, so f*ck to these suits
    Nigga danger-bound, but I’m no pimp fool
    And my intro do I play? N O
    Look, Look, dats one of my old skool lyrics
    And I was an eskimo, Reloadin it
    Now my disk gone clear
    And yean I could win that battle on da stairs
    Rude boi, don watch dat
    When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
    Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
    Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
    So move, the guy don’t know u
    Dat means you ain’t old skool
    From one pound-piece to notes, boo
    K-A I’m old skool