Back Around the Old School - Funky DL

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me

Now I’m, now I’m back around the old school that raised me

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me (back around the old school)

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me

Now I’m, now I’m back around the old school that raised me (back around the old

school) now I’m back around the old school that raised me (back)

Verse One

Now I’m back around the old school that raised me it’s crazy

3 feet high and rising with daisy’s

Caps to the back, fresh mesh, fresh to death

Best dressed so don’t step on my sneakers

Spit a rhyme I’ll leave you speechless

Back to the struggle

When Def Jam had Russell in the hustle

And Break-dance 1 had the muscles from Brussels

Doing handclaps in black Spandex

Back when Smokey was a bandit

I’m guarding the mic, my man’s next

Spit it like Special Ed, Biz Mark and KRS

Or the Fresh Prince and Jazz Jeff

Back when we used to worry bout' the year 2000

Millennium bugs now the ghetto got millennium thugs

And hip-hop evolved and young bloods feel old

Platinum replaced gold, competition’s fierce

And vinyl stores are scarce it’s a ghost town

It’s like the Sheriff got scared and fle’ed the showdown

And Berry Gordy quit Motown, where’s Stevie Wonder?

Last I heard he did a track with Busta

Without the old school there’s no school

Now I’m back around it feels so cool

Verse Two

Now I’m back around the old school, young with no front teeth

Listening to Kool Keith and Stetsasonic

Before De La did Bionix, before Dre did The Chronic

The ladies wore door knocker earrings and bandanas

And young kids believed in Santa

And hip-hop was beats, rhymes, pops and locks

Where Rakim made em' clap while Eric would cut

And the term Sucker MC’s was for Sucker MC’s

And these synthesized beats on keys were not born

And Pete Rock made a hook using only a horn

I reminisce and think about the wonderful bliss

When ice was only for drinks and was never for wrists

And selling out was for them punks, it was never for this

We maintained, when adversity came we changed lanes

Our words had the power to sway and change brains

And free our own people from these shackles and chains

That imprison the youth and imprison the truth

So I’mma act like a prisoner when I’m in the booth

And hold bars get it?

I’m no fool, there’s no rules

There’s no clues paid my dues when reppin' the old school

Verse Three

Now I’m back around the old school before Mafia names

Where kids took a can sprayed graffiti on trains

It was tagging, MC’ing was the art of bragging

Before rumours of gay rappers and Armageddon

And every rap record was a lesson schooling me

Was the likes of Young MC and Schooly D

Catch my drift?

And double vinyl records didn’t exist

Now they old news demoted to old tunes

But them plastics are considered classics

Some are worth paper do the mathematics

Yo, I let my tape rock till my tape pop

When my tape got stuck I was like man what

Pushing paper in the top holes my blanks ran out

Every week I was taping what was hot on the street

Pressing pause when the DJ was beginning to speak

Hoping that the track would leave a little loop of the beat

And I love them days, them days were priceless

One of the nicest times in my life

When I think back they still amaze me it’s crazy

Cos now I’m back around the old school that raised me