Old School Ho Ya New School | Scam 1992

Classic, uh, uh, uh I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13 My name is LL Cool J AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would make a killing I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to take me down Ask Puffy and Nas, who hates me now The phenomenon, ladies love the don I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno I told y'all that I was coming back I told y'all I ain't going out like that I told y'all I was the greatest to ever rap And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map I told y'all, I wasn't like the other cats I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's labito There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J Taking you higher and higher The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire Who good at 24's if you want flat tires Telling your soul and then performing with a choir People, please, don't listen to these liars Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it? My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road Them niggas faking like the Wizard Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Is it really possible I'm this hot? LL Cool J, still on top? 24 years, I ain't forget the block You can ask my Jay in the shop Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair My word is my bond, every summer I'm there Y'all can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut I told y'all I wasn't giving up I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up You'd been standing by my side for years Sold out concerts, screams and cheers Front row T-Shirt, L, we here I bought every album, too many to count 'em Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em And the only thing I want from you Is for you to keep doing that shit you do Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno

Alright class, we're gonna get started. Everyone, please don't take your seats, Close your textbook, Stand up, and dance to this song What do you think of when I use the word School? You might shrug your shoulders and be like, 'S cool – It's a needful but imperfect institutional tool To make the people on the planet not be absolute fools Or you might have the view that it's only half true What they teach, and that in truth it's a tool that uses you – Subject to abuse, and the subjects you take Are designed to make your mind subjects of the state ...Some say it's great tho — A-OK – And the best way to go is to go and get A's – But whether you B for it or don't C it as best Society D-mands that you go or you're F'd When we were kids We would sing this hook 'No more pencils No more books' When they made us go to school And yet in the days when the tradition began Way before the institutions and the social demand The Ancient Greek "schole" from which "school" is rendered Did not mean work you had to do, it meant LEISURE Leisure? — Yessir — Free Time? — yes! — If you had food to eat, and other needs didn't press You might read or write, if you liked — free of stress – So yes — in a sense, School meant Recess You might spend your time with a Socrates And talk thoughtfully about God and Being And contemplate concepts of cosmic things Without and obligation or college fees And speaking of ironic etymologies 'Education' from the Latin educare means To lead out from, not to sit inside — And 'study' meant passion for a task — yeah, right Now you might ask why, like — Bruh, what da fuh...? How'd it all become the opposite of what it was? School meant Days Off; study meant fun Why's it upside down? I'm confounded. It's dumb Welcome to the club. Are you really surprised? Humans have a tendency to systematize – And the systems are fine, until the systems are blind To the very human beings for whom the system's designed It's a means to an end. And in the end that means That whoever's at the head gets to set the meanings And assign the readings, and to set the times And to regulate the rhythm of our lives and minds But way before pencils and way before books And way before the tests that everybody took There was Old School School. (Word) Alright let's go ahead and walk outside now Put our hands in the soil. ... Don't forget your improvised song is due... At any time It ain't about your interests, kid – It's how ya get 'er done Better aggregate your passions into learning outcomes Don't be burnin' out, son! Reevaluate your goals Gotta crack another statue from the economic mold Got you docile till you're old – 'They don't want us to know!' But the thing about 'Them' is The 'They' is Us, bro – Life is short, learning's slow – Why go back to the source When you could simply get it second hand? A requisite course And yes, you're being forced – And while at times it may be free So is all your social media – It's not that hard to see That that's another way of saying the commodity's me And the product is becoming what they want me to be You're so lucky – Old school study – So what are we to take from it And what disintegrate? How to disentangle the age-old angle Of obligation in the way When we educate – How to make it relate so it ain't Disembodied and a Knowledge but in name Without making that very same knowledge All but impossible to gain? (Dang) Make it a GAME — make Work Play – Never have to go to, and yet learn everyday – Make it into songs, teach lessons over beats And not just on the internet but also on the streets Education is an art And performance is a part Of its method and its manner 'Cause the head needs the heart – Hip-hop History SchoolHouse Rock Indigenous traditions – Times change. TikTok Here's a thought — Honor teachers in the game that go the hardest 'Cause in the end the teacher is the same as the artist – Let em play their part as pop-stars, getting famous Being bona fide philoso-rapper viral sensations ...I'm biased. ... Should I even talk? I'm a product of the system, a philosophy doc – And my knowledge, on which I base this critical thought Is predicated on the privilege of having been taught – I've thought of that a lot. ...If we lost what we've got Is it tantamount to tossing out the board with the chalk? But it may be worth a shot: and here's the reason why Like nails on a chalkboard, we're just squeaking by Education is the basis of society's design – The system that instills what's in everybody's mind And under this system, the society we find's Economically unequal, ecologically awry So redefine School: Not a tool of the state But a movement that arises from those who create – Whose mode of exchange isn't monetary wealth But Relationship and Wisdom. An end in itself No more tests No more rules No more half-truths Back to the roots – Back to Old School Schools You're so lucky – Old school study No more hassles (Old school study) No wack books No more teacher's dirty looks No more bureaucratic crooks (Old school study) And school boards with too many crooks No more standards (Old school study) No more rules No more half truths Back to the roots No more half truths (Old school study) Back to the roots Back to the roots Old school school Alright well, that's it for me today ... But we'll meet again for our next session ... Whenever we meet again. ... And until then... Study!

I know it's been a minute My time means money when I spend it I'm trying to push the credit card limit You start and I finish, the company you keep could not witness The hostile takeover, I done made it my business If y'all ain't in y'all bag, I'm in it Blowing through the breeze, I'm winning I don't tweet my opinion Don't care about MCs I'm offended You can't eat clout, word of mouth on your feed I'm trending Get IG, y'all ignorant, drunk off the drink ya'll spitting I don't think y'all get it Big shoes to fill, I don't think y'all fit it If the work ain't fire, I would that y'all would quit it Uh, is this Old School business or is it just an old fool venting This old dude different, different from a soul food kitchen Representing the whole W' district This is how the old school do it Get your life, get money, get to it 'Cause there ain't nothin like some old school music Y'all don't do it, like these old dudes do it Throw your hands in there air, like you ain't got a care They fighting in the club, but the party's over here It'll prolly be a hommy, but Johnny got an army up in here This'll probably be the party of the year New car scented, just know that if its rented, I ain't in it 22 is on the Smith, I ain't Emmitt I'm ready for the scrimmage, this one love Ready for the tennis, with this single I'm already independent You start & I end it, the first 48 if y'all get it Go & tell interrogation I did it Now pardon my spittage, if something getting lit then I lit it See the writing on the wall hieroglyphics One word to describe I'm exquisite One question to my tribe, can I kick it? If honey give me the Q I'ma tip it uh Easy pickins, who was fridge in the kitchen be the difference I don't play with these chickens Peter Griffin But you can call it bird-eye vision These birds don't deserve my attention I preserve my pimpin, listen in other words I'm dripping to give it all in these words I'm spitting!

Don't believe everything happiness says Nothing feels better than hiding these days We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears For the days we believed we could fly Call up your brothers and sisters and friends We'll go back to the place where the night never ends We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires Boy, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away Over and over and over again We sat down for a minute, grew up into men Now we're putting out fires and changing car tires Man, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away this time And we'll never get back what we gave away When we still have that fire in our eyes Don't believe everything happiness says Nothings as real as our old reckless ways When we drink by the fires, the burning car tires Bad girls and good liars, the dreams we'd conspire The days we went crazy, the nights wild and hazy Man, how in the hell did we get here? So why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade Why don't you meet me down behind the old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard For how cavalier we used to be that beautiful insanity The apathy's surrounding me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade