Here we go, we gonna send this one out to the old school, all these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn and Staten Island, Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation, you know what I'm saying? Number love for the old school, that's what we gonna do this one for, you feel me? They like the old school, they like the old school I remember Mr. Magic Flash, well that's the cast, L.L. Razornail, but at it could last for D and Rakim was the *** to me, I flipped to see a Dougie Flash show, with Ricky Dill, Rattler was putting in work, and Chuck Gill, had my homies on the hill, getting ill, when *** was real, when I was still, remember Raw, when Daddy came, when De La Soul was putting potholes in the game, I can't explain how it was, Houdini had me puffing on that Buddha, getting buzzed, and still I was, them block parties and the projects, and on my block, and Dickie don't stop, sipping on that Prada size, through my speaker, Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte, listen to Trench and KRS, they get me through the night, with Taylor Rock and Mad John, next to Stethosonic, remember Pusha was the bomb, said, nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Profiling as the hoochies were staring, like a murder nigga swearing, I'm wondering to pass a hair, I remember, stickball, hunking hoochies on the floor, I'm taking leaps on the steps, sneaking up the hall, through my childhood, wild as a juvenile, a young nigga trying to stay away from Micah's house, me and my homies breaking out, trying to keep it true, out on the roof, sipping 90 proof, ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Remember popping and locking and Curtis Blow, the name belts, and Scott LaRock the super hoe, back in Latin quarters, with Slick Rick was spitting Lottie Dottie, gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember, break dancing to Melly Mel, tickling Hot LL when he rocked the bells, forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets than do graffiti, be careful don't let the transit cops see me, ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school Ain't nothing like the old school On the real though, ain't nothing like the old school Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfucking party, remember motherfuckers used to go, it's Brooklyn in the house, and motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind, that's the old school to me, that's what I'm saying, I remember going places and motherfuckers were scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn, that *** was the bomb back in the motherfucking old school nigga, remember Skelly nigga knocking niggas out the box, popping boxes, remember stickball, remember niggas used to run their *** like that, remember the block, remember screaming at your moms from the window, the ice cream truck, remember all them, remember them tie and icies yo, yo remember them tie and icies, the Spanish niggas coming down with the coconut icies and ***