Old Skool Style by Moorishboyz Lyrics
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
X2
Verse 1 Da Axge:
Your styles outdated
Dude you overrated
My rhymes got rhythm
Call me rhyme slaying
Call me rhyme spitting
We'll never be forgotten
This sick old beat
So watch your feet
I'm always on a flow
So you can't compete
You always try to rhyme
Can't catch a dime
So goodbye
Cause you can't rhyme
And i'm always on your mind
So goodbye
Little guy
You can't handle all these rhymes
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
Verse 2 Don Rasta:
We got that Old Skool Style
Make the hoes go wild
We rock Nike's and Supreme but we ain't hype beasts
We stay fly
That Old Skool Style
That shit will never die
X2
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
Verse 3 Cxmoflauge:
So I walked up and shot up
Every fucker tryna' talk tough
I'm the bad guy
Who kills people half past five
With the bodies stacked high
I brush my teeth with gasoline
My dogs keep barking so I loaded up my magazine
And shot them 8 times in the head
Wear a bulletproof vest and die in the bed
Oh, you offended, is it the rhymes that I said
Shut the hell up
Let me develop these thoughts that i thought of
So i'll say sorizzle for the thoughtizzles, I'm pizzed off
Come Izzon and lizzon you fucking pizzunks
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
X2
Verse 1 Da Axge:
Your styles outdated
Dude you overrated
My rhymes got rhythm
Call me rhyme slaying
Call me rhyme spitting
We'll never be forgotten
This sick old beat
So watch your feet
I'm always on a flow
So you can't compete
You always try to rhyme
Can't catch a dime
So goodbye
Cause you can't rhyme
And i'm always on your mind
So goodbye
Little guy
You can't handle all these rhymes
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
Verse 2 Don Rasta:
We got that Old Skool Style
Make the hoes go wild
We rock Nike's and Supreme but we ain't hype beasts
We stay fly
That Old Skool Style
That shit will never die
X2
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style
Verse 3 Cxmoflauge:
So I walked up and shot up
Every fucker tryna' talk tough
I'm the bad guy
Who kills people half past five
With the bodies stacked high
I brush my teeth with gasoline
My dogs keep barking so I loaded up my magazine
And shot them 8 times in the head
Wear a bulletproof vest and die in the bed
Oh, you offended, is it the rhymes that I said
Shut the hell up
Let me develop these thoughts that i thought of
So i'll say sorizzle for the thoughtizzles, I'm pizzed off
Come Izzon and lizzon you fucking pizzunks
Chorus Cxmoflauge:
They can't handle our Old Skool Style
You already know we go so wild
We go so hard, got bodies in the piles
Cause they can't handle our Old Skool Style