M.C. Fresh - Da New Old School

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I ain't comin' off wack
And all ya'll suckas needa step back
My rap ain't, but I ain't old
And sooner or later this album will be sold
Either to da young ladies, or to da old men
Or even to dem suckas who can't count to ten

Now I'm da new old school, rapping these things
I look all dope, and ain't tryna sing
Like I said before
I rock the core
I don't ever smoke and my rhymes ain't jokes
And if you diss me, you'll just be poking
Da bear so don't you dare
And don't ever say that you don't care
Because my rhymes is so hot
They burn of ya hair, suckas
I'm not yo dream
I'm yo worst nightmare
And I will always begin to tear
Up da mic
I'm da one ya like
And dis ain't as easy as riding a bike
I guess I'm not da best
Psych

Written by:
Liam Elmore

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