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that yung chase - return of the old school lyrics

[verse]
it’s the return of the old school
you rap cats is old news
i’ll k!ll you lyrically, physically, spiritually
roll up on any mc
dare ’em to step to me
i’ll knock ’em down
flow cold in stu, spitting heat
it’s me o, sha and a
can’t forget about doc, he bout to save the game
you the know name of the clique
struggle since birth
tryna make it big on this earth
all these beats i surf
protect and serve
it’s hip-hop rebirth
they was saving it was dead
all the soul was gone, i’ma bring it back again
rappers sellin’ they souls
rapping bout money and gold
okay that’s cool but what you got to say about what’s really going on
in this life of sin
h-ll on earth, i’m the king
wear the dub s crown
tell ’em don’t make a sound
or boop boop contenders down
i don’t play around this ain’t pre-school
i’ll school any rapper that try test me
they premature spitters they ain’t ready for the heavyweights
what i write be 2 tons
i murder n-ggas for fun
these new rappers they better run, because….

[hook]
it’s the return of the old school
ssbeastly the new school
fresh out the l cap
and we bringing rap back
96 on these rappers, over and over again
its been a struggle since birth you don’t know our pain
we are not the same
i’ma n-gga wid an att-tude
they say i need a att-tude change
i’ma change the game
rearrange the thang
its the old school ’96
sucker mc’s stay in yo’ lane

[verse 2]
young dude and i’m tryna renew
that boom bap, that real rap
can’t collab fo’ free i tax
yo girl love me i’m that guy
crossing up n-ggas like a.i
in ’96 he was on fire
all these rappers lookin in fear
i’ma blessing to the game
call me superman, hip hop is lois lane
whack rappers stay in yo lane
i will never change
i love the old school
my clique stuck in past
lyrics shatter weak mc’s like gl-ss
at last they say
a young mc willing the change today’s, rap
loading bars into my gat
when i spray, anybody in way
will lay, automatically
told ’em i don’t play
okay, ain’t no way, you gone p-ss me
my level too high
k!lling rappers as a past time
it’s getting kinda dry
realise i am fly, the fresh prince jr
from ja
everyday’s like a payday
i pray to gawd
he forgive for these rapper that i slay
on the beat
if you sleeping on me i’ma pull the sheets
slap you in the face leave you in a daze
you’ll be amazed how much pain can be produced
when i’m slashing you wid bars as sharp as razor
i’m tryna f-ck b-tches and get this paper
with my twin ray when we blow we gone be chillin’ in jamaica
countin’ up all this paper

[hook]

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