VERSE I - DT

The old school's true school never underrate the past

Paved way for the present in no time, so I’ll be saying it fast

The way these bars go over heads like kids raising hands

Makes me wanna stick to my arm like a sick crazy tat

I've been stating facts, hiphop story came from the golden age

Back then slaves only way used to communicate

Step by step leveled up till the glory came

Now fake heads live it behind like a ponytail

My only name is Terroar on the microphone

A pen god! Mortal poets can't write my type of poem

I’m in my higher zone, reminiscing on whats these cats be missing

Me & Plasthic Slash never force the feeling, yeah telepathy

You run 'a kitty' like Fayose, that's your kinda state

My kinda taste is to get capitals for a high estate

And stay fly occupying the entire airspace

Life's a death race, wrong ways leads to bad earthquakes

HOOK - DT

I'm on another level, and that's a true fact

If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back

Bow for the throwback class and that's the old-school

I stay true, ain’t gatto act like I dont know you

VERSE II - DT

HipHop’s in the genes like denims and big baggies

I'm illmatic, words move y’all but flow is static

With the bars? I'm still ill at it

Spilling out words all day like an ill addict

When I check the stats, I see traffic like a road worker

I'm a known brother that brings the curtains down just like show stoppers

Moh4karz, haters who trynna spit on me

You can't feed on me, tell the DJs all the spins on

When I go in, the wackness should dissappear...

Far away, my orientation I swear no be here

Beyond your thoughts, like dark tape so hold your touch

Fire in the booth, Slash said "lets go smoke your joint"

Toss your coins, my flow’s on point like Biggie Smallz's

I need a milli yoh, not these filthy ass with a hilly bump

What's really more left, if you don't pay homage to the root

Its like a tree growing, how tf you gonna give out fruits?

HOOK - DT

I'm on another level, and that's a true fact

If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back

Bow for the throwback class and that's the old-school

I stay true, ain't gatto act like I don't know you

VERSE III - Plasthic Slash

This is old school like adult education

Before these trappers began to assault medications

Sipping codeine and lean, I've been wielding the mic

Really recite with thrilling insights, the feeling is nice

Huge funds spent on studio sessions letting us splurge

Leaps of faith like a long jumper repping his church

Huh! When any nigga said I was hardly meant to do this

That I sucked, I ran amok like Harvey Spencer Lewis

Bumped Das Efx, Inspectah Deck, tapes by Funk Flex

But tooting my own horn been instrumental to my success

In my own vocal booth, It's cool here, I rule here

Even dudes with trichotillomania have no pull here

Push boundaries like gerrymandering even when bantering

Many older rappers curse youngins, slandering and angering

When I diss em, it's tongue in cheek, never been an ass kisser

But everytime they hear new music on the loudspeaker, they act bitter

No joy at forty eight, their hearts full of hard rocks

Old boy associate of the school of hard knocks

You wasn't a class act but the class clown so sit your ass down

Stop trying to dismantle this mantle before it is passed down

HOOK - DT

I'm on another level, and thats a true fact

If all these new cats knew that we got the juice back

Bow for the throwback class and that's the oldschool

I stay true, ain't gatto act like I dont know you

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