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lirik lagu old school musical – jon kramer

[verse 1: unda t]
now when i step on to the stage
i don’t need a gat or a 12 gage
just spit the wicked lingo, bring a mountain of funk
the audio, two, top billin’, housin’ your trunk
cause i’m j-finesse, the unda t
keeps sucka emcees cold wondering
how they ever gonna match the rapping talent i bring
you feel the malice and sting, leave the palace in slings
my mission is to bring, hip hop to the m-sses
you need a pen and pad, to take notes in cl-sses
yeah, i’m a teacher, now here’s the lesson i plan
bending it like i’m beckham, with confessions of grand
conquests, i’m the best, when i’m steppin’ to man
grip the microphone without stressin’ my hand
making haters freeze with my cadence and st–ze
and flying through the sky with the greatest of ease
the rap superman, not a bird or a plane
3 emcees stepping to jay, feel a third of the shame
that’s a fractional, account, the names have been omitted
to protect the innocent when i spit the militant
to defuse crews, blown thru cubicles
then relax, listen to the old school musical

[verse 2: unda t]
verse 2, further introduce the man you hear
in your speaker system, loud and clear
the people in my circle, they call me mel
when i grip a mic, i tend to rock well
tone loc, when i vote, check the ballot democratic
avoid rush hour so i’m never stuck in traffic
since 13 years, i’ve been showing the talent
keep the trix away from the slimy rabbits
those maggots, who try to grab it, i take advantage
when i hand it, to the back, you know they panic
they critique, and can’t flow with the mastery
now they getting served like andre ag-ssi
or an appetizer at an applebys
because your imitation is just for flattery
there’s only one jay, my fingerprint’s exclusive
never looted with the gift of booth acoustics
born in the bricks, so growing up was harder
p-ssed with honors from george washington carver
straight to university high, gathered varsity letters
and even better, got them sewn on my sweater
cast spells like i hold the wand of harry potter
rutgers university, that’s my alma mater
now i’m a grown man, plans to make a better future
nurture my own kids, nature leads to neuter
think about it, as i get back to the head noddin’
anti-lead poppin’, sk!lls, we dead droppin’
from the sears tower, implode with effervescence
take your last breath, as you get the message
it’s good music, the type you play for families
never brag or boast, or raise a toast for fantasies
they call me a beast, so i’m caged from the mainstream
don’t need an mtv crib, to coddle vain dreams
right now, you hear a band with one trooper
keeping them honest like anderson cooper
when i bless the mic, my tone is smooth as usual
grooving you with an old school musical

- jon kramer

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