[Intro]
Yeah, chill it out
Feel good, on my old school shit
Uh, and you don't stop
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
That's right
La la la, la la la, la la la la

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this is how you do it when you chilling like I be
Fresh debonair, my whole wardrobe is nice, see
I never overdo it and be getting all pricey
I keeps it real simple like Adidas or some Timbos
Sweats, black tee while I freestyle to instrumentals
And inadvertently my verdict be that I'm too fly
Yes most certainly they worship me, I'm high up in the sky
Cloud swimming, transcending space and time
Searching past stars for a brand new rhyme
13.3 billion light years, super scientific bring the ill to years
To catch up with me is goin' take a couple years
Enjoy the nighttime while I be peeping the skyline
Up on the rooftop with a glass of wine
With a fine little honey, yeah I'm so refined
Yeah I'm so refined, you can't stop my shine

[Hook]
I'm on my old school shit, I'm on my old school shit
I'm on my old school shit, I'm on my old school shit
Got my Adidas on, (?)
(?) to the side, how you like me now?
I'm on my old school shit, I'm on my old school shit
I'm on my old school shit, I'm on my old school shit
Got the Timberlands on with the army fatigues
Puffy bubble vest, ayyo blaze up the weed

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my type of rhyming is (?) with socialism
To free the mind and take the chains off of all religions
Streets and science intertwine, it's the colloquialisms
(?), too technical bumping out your stereo systems
No stress I just manifest the real
While you rappers play yourselves over a phony ass deal
I analyze and visualize the days and times
With the eyes of a prophet who only speaks and seeks the truth
Still logic, methodic, robotic in the booth
Flow mechanical, tyrannical, the bars are uncouth
I spit a mouthful of jewels none of you fools could afford
Shit's been real for Phil since they cut the umbilical cord
See I never fake moves around for coward ass crews
Nah, uh uh, I only fucks with the realest
So don't put me in your playlist next to bitch ass n***as
Don't put me in your playlist next to bitch ass n***as

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo, what ever happened to the days when n***as used to kill it?
Correct skills and every bar had to be the illest
No biting, no faking, better be the realest
Cause if they found out they at your show with fucking killers
Jump the stage, snatch your chain, and tell you run that
Take your cash, beat you ass, and tell you don't come back
Look now - phony n***as is acceptable
Turning hip-hop into a garbage ass spectacle
I get pissed, and have to reminisce
Remember Das EFX rocked and everybody bit they shit
Digable Planets popped "Rebirth of Slick"
"Hip Hop Hooray" by Naughty by Nature was sick
Damn, what happened to the style?
What happened to the flavor?
Used to watch Voltron and eat my pack of Now and Laters
Had (?) and (?) and the shirt with alligators
(?) when (?) California dropped, that shit was the greatest

[Hook]