Aureo Beatz - Return Of The Old School lyrics

[Verse] It's the return of the old school You rap cats is old news I'll k** you lyrically, physically, spiritually Roll up on any MC Dare 'em to step to me I'll knock 'em down Flow cold in stu, spitting heat It's me O, Sha and A Can't forget about Doc, he bout to save the game You the know name of the clique Struggle Since Birth Tryna make it big on this earth All these beats I surf Protect and serve It's Hip-Hop rebirth They was saving it was dead All the soul was gone, I'ma bring it back again Rappers sellin' they souls Rapping bout money and gold Okay that's cool but what you got to say about what's really going on In this life of sin Hell on earth, I'm the King Wear the Dub S crown Tell 'em don't make a sound Or boop boop contenders down I don't play around this ain't pre-school I'll school any rapper that try test me They premature spitters they ain't ready for the heavyweights What I write be 2 tons I murder n***as for fun These new rappers they better run, because.... [Hook] It's the return of the old school SSBeastly the new school Fresh out the L cap And we bringing rap back 96 on these rappers, over and over again Its been a struggle since birth you don't know our pain We are not the same I'ma n***a wid an attitude They say I need a attitude change I'ma change the game Rearrange the thang Its the old school '96 s**er MC's stay in yo' lane [Verse 2] Young dude and I'm tryna renew That boom bap, that real rap Can't collab fo' free I tax Yo girl love me I'm that guy Crossing up n***as like A.I In '96 he was on fire All these rappers lookin in fear I'ma blessing to the game Call me Superman, Hip Hop is Lois Lane Whack rappers stay in yo lane I will never change I love the old school My clique stuck in past Lyrics shatter weak MC's like gla** At last they say A young MC willing the change today's, rap Loading bars into my gat When I spray, anybody in way Will lay, automatically Told 'em I don't play Okay, ain't no way, you gone pa** me My level too high k**ing rappers as a past time It's getting kinda dry Realise I am fly, the Fresh Prince Jr From JA Everyday's like a payday I pray to Gawd He forgive for these rapper that I slay On the beat If you sleeping on me I'ma pull the sheets Slap you in the face leave you in a daze You'll be amazed how much pain can be produced When I'm slashing you wid bars as sharp as razor I'm tryna f** b**hes and get this paper With my twin Ray when we blow we gone be chillin' in Jamaica Countin' up all this paper [Hook]