New School

[Intro: Nasty Jack] OK Spacey Yeah [Chorus: Nasty Jack] New school? Don't care 'bout new school Strap a new firearm on a new school You better ring the alarm for a new school You better read out a Psalm for a new school Old school? See manaman are old school See, I run up on a set like an old school Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool [Verse 1: Nasty Jack] You can mess around with this likkle nigga Manaman ah piss on an old fool Manaman ah diss up your whole crew So what if you done shows in '02? Me and my shooters shut down shows too See a couple real MCs on the MOBOs Gunfingers when them man ah go through See a couple pussy MCs on the MOBOs Dem man are females, my man are hoe-proof I said, oi, yo Alright, cool Man wanna take Jack'Son for a fool 'Cause I went jailhouse for a tool, it don't make me a gangster None of that shit ain't cool, but You ain't a gangster, don't know what you man ah do Any sideman in a sideman crew Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit You man lie too much on the tune, like Like your fans are a myth and your fans are pricks Who wants to be like you? You got no wave, looking like Sideshow Dave Who wants to be like you? My face is bait and the boydem know my name But I don't wanna be like you Don't play them games, I swear down, blud I'll point the beam on you like I-I don't wanna talk 'bout guns I don't wanna tell soundboys suck your mum 'Cause when I meet your mum, I might beat your mum Then I might speech your mum I don't wanna talk 'bout sticks I don't wanna talk 'bout German whips I don't wanna talk 'bout garments, kicks I'm a lying bastard, I'ma talk 'bout all that shit [Chorus: Nasty Jack] New school? Don't care 'bout new school Strap a new firearm on a new school You better ring the alarm for a new school You better read out a Psalm for a new school Old school? See manaman are old school See, I run up on a set like an old school Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Barrel in the bush, done already told them the ting parked there Go grab the spade and get up, then walk there Don't know why man ah draw out me You're an old man, I'm an old school G Not new wave, bring new styley Cats dem holler me for the Minogue My Gs dab but dem man Vogue I was sitting in a cab with my balls [?] But it ain't sperm, just made a gyal cum loads Little something for your nose If they're in my phonebook, they already know Dem are my yout, run your mout up, then I might shoot I was like you but never washed up like you Turn the block to Beirut, man ah blaze you Down to the roach, not take two Left a boy six foot deep, that's great view I grabbed her back and pushed down her face too, whoa Steeze, Tizzy Gang participate in greaze Don't think they control all the Ps Pause a gyal, come and wine on me Nakedly 'Cause I'm a dog, I'm a bastard Pops weren't there, turned me to the hardest Your dad just gets drunk, then talks shit New wave guys? Nah, easy target And I can't forget these so-called olders Drop two rock on your block like boulders Heavy metal ting when I come through holding Ring off the ting like Chronik Swing my sword like Conan Not that Konan, barbarian Conan You ain't sick, that's my G that you're quoting Hold corn with them if you know them It's in my zoot, pagans, I was smoking [Chorus: Nasty Jack] New school? Don't care 'bout new school Strap a new firearm on a new school You better ring the alarm for a new school You better read out a Psalm for a new school Old school? See manaman are old school See, I run up on a set like an old school Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool [Verse 3: Cadell] You wouldn't last a day in my school, in the school of hard knocks I know if you see me that you won't bark off, your tool ain't parked off You ain't hard, don, came from the road where if you ain't last, don A meal on the field ain't passed on We know that you won't last long I like girls, I like brass thongs I like guns and I might blast dongs I set levels that you set task on But they look at me like my name's Damon And level like man takes training They wanna gwan like they live in the Caymans Until their face gets caved in, it might tame him And I ain't even [?] I know rapping, I don't know about raping And when I'm tapping the pussy, I won't tape it And if I do, I won't save it 'Cause I don't know where the cape is I do flour with the cake mix Fans like all my favourites I'm an idol to the slave kid Because I don't do behaving And still comes in a rave with man Them man that slide in with [?] Thinking they're young You only made one drink in a month Tell me, is that worth risking your lungs? Wait, wait I'm well-known, well-constructed I make cake; food; custard Gotta keep one eye open for the mates you trusted Or drum plays like Busted I ain't in a band, and my name is a brand He was the guy, right now he ain't the man Man, fuck all the cold food 'cause this ain't Japan You've got to go, this ain't the plan Double R Bow, you already know If it ain't style, then I change clothes Demons and omens, you are not those I do meet if I call the hoes Fuck all the shows, par with the pros Ended the sky cause I started the cold Fans wanna see my black arse parole Went Bow Boys', not Cardinal Pole