[Intro] [sampled piano loop, record scratch, boom bap drum break] [female vocal ad-libs] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Back when the bars had weight Every line came with a face You could hear the sweat in the tape And the truth in the break No fashion show, no flex Just a name and a rep One mic, one crowd, one room And the whole block felt that Now it’s all fast food lines All shine, no bite Same drum, same lie Same pose every night I want the snare to swing I want the bassline mean I want a voice that bleeds Not a copy of a dream [Pre-Chorus] Bring back the spine Bring back the fight Say something real Make it hit right [Chorus] Old school, old school That’s the real school Old school, old school Still the gold rule One verse, one mic And the crowd knew Old school, old school Man, that’s the move (Old school) [Verse 2] Now they chase a trend Then they drop it again Whole song built on a wave That don’t even last ten I miss the crackle and dust I miss the raw and the rush When a line could cut through And the hook hit like a bus Not every beat had gloss Not every rapper was boss But the ones with a point Never got lost Give me loops from the crate Give me drums that wait Give me two turntables And a verse with weight [Pre-Chorus] Bring back the spine Bring back the fight Say something real Make it hit right [Chorus] Old school, old school That’s the real school Old school, old school Still the gold rule One verse, one mic And the crowd knew Old school, old school Man, that’s the move (Old school) [Bridge] I’m not saying freeze time I’m saying keep the flame If the rhyme don’t live Then what’s the game? [Chorus] Old school, old school That’s the real school Old school, old school Still the gold rule One verse, one mic And the crowd knew Old school, old school Man, that’s the move (Old school)
