Old School

This one was spun for the real cats

The true few that spit and reveal facts

That will do anything that they can to bring back

That old school sound wound up in the boom bap

Playing the keys letting them breath and hang fat

Arranging the words and sound in clean stacks

Influenced by Dre Cube Pun and Biggie tracks

Attacking the bars with verbs and absurd tact

Inhaling the herb flipping the bird when tongues snap

Riding the bass and snares chasing closed hats

Split them in pairs layer them up and run laps

Past bums that mumble and hum spewing straight trash