Correction Paroles Ol Skool par Bishop Lamont

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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 f*cks 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

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 f*cking 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

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