Intro:

What up y'all?

It's RyKo

That old school vibe

Something to bump in the ride

That boom bap rap

Then the beat gets, scratched

Check it out now, listen

Verse 1:

I'm bringing the old school back and no you can't get on a track

The back to back champ, sipping cognac and playing blackjack

I know you're probably taken aback at how I flip these words like flapjacks

You got yourself an insomniac, on the track

Hip hop is dead I went to hell, and brought it back

Well rounded like a cul-de-sac, how raw is that?

Amanda Bynes, I'm all that

And then some, so sick like influenza

Nobody understands him

But your girlfriend and all her friends say he's so handsome

Words is bliss and it's ridiculous

These rappers getting famous spitting this ignorant shit, I'm dismissing these kids

Sadistic visions, of hieroglyphic images I'm distancing myself from the competition

I spit this shit with precision

I pop a Ritalin, and leave my opponents limbs missing

Scratch it up

Verse 2:

They heard I can rhyme nice, so now you wanna be tight right?

On my way to the limelight and they watching, like a pay-per-view fight night

It's my time to kick some fly rhymes

I'm screaming rest in peace every day to the greats who paved the way

So a young cat like me, can do his thing today

Hip hop runs deep in my veins, I go insane in the brain medula, oblongata

I oughta say wassup to my momma cause I wouldn't be here without her

And wassup to my doubters, I'm really proud of ya

Still hating, even though you play my shit every day? It's an honor

Now back to the track, my rhymes are deadly call it acid rap

No chance to withstand this attack

I attached a backpack of explosives

And I'm about to blow, even though I know you got to know this

Verse 3:

Elevating to another destination

Enjoying conversation with blunts in rotation

Salivating in anticipation, medication I got from Capsule Corporation

Super Saiyan slayin, these radio stations

Hip hop abominations, this is Obama's nation

But I still see discrimination and poverty in these third world nations

That's not just speculation

The youth is en route to be nothing but some brutes

Animals in a zoo we let loose on each other

Harming one another, run and duck for cover

Protect your mother, and tell her that you love her

A blessing to this rap game, I'm well respected

I ain't one to be tested, so here's a quick lesson

You'll be hard pressed to find another who's best can stand next to this

And that's the, message