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Olde English (Remix) [feat. Defari]

YeahI'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer

More shows get my pre-orders up

Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer

I toured the whole world but never been to FloridaThey holdin' my shit, all winter

By the time the shit drop, I done already been there

The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad

Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bagsI don't fuck with that industry flow

What I do fuck with is that industry dough

BMI, EMI, gimme all that

A side deal with who? Why not, where I sign at?I used to do unto others, this the difference

This year fuck with things in my best interest

This ain't the new, it's the old from way back

Click it or Ticket, man they forcin' us to stay strappedAct like you know, right now if not ASAP

This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that

This time, made up my mind, on my grind

On some James Brown, it's the Big PaybackFour by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Four by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrateStill blastin' away

Spit and put the cash away, passion to play

Mashin' my way through this Babylon

Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble onLuxury lyrics, I give free of charge

Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve

Holdin' me down, pride and truth

The immaculate Dilated Peoples crewFour by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's

Movin' on up like George and LouiseOn the low, in the cut, all about my cheese

My folks, came up, in these L.A. streets

I knock and I bump, like 8:15's

They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteensDefari is a method of truth

If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth

Hey 'Ru is divine

Pure like sunshine, just one rhymeFour by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Four by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrateI'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali

Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali

Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou

Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streetsNow the beat swing numchuk style

I'm like Jim Kelly tellin' sucker MC's duck down

Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery

And third strike energy, rockin' cleverly pitchin' heatFernando Valenzuela, original slangster

Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger

Call my travel agent, have her arrange

South America, South Africa and Southeast AsiaThen back to Mid-City we stack and get busy

In fact, Drev's barbecue and Hustle got 'gnac

The way I manhandle bully muscle the track

Thank God, I never focused on hustlin' crackIt's Rakaa with that educated animal rap

I still fight back and question when they handin' me scraps

In the fresh Denim jacket with the sheepskin black

With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeahFour by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Four by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Songwriters

RAKAA TAYLOR / MICHAEL PERRETTA / CHRIS OROC / DUANE JOHNSON / JOEY CHAVEZ / TAVISH GRAHAMPublished by

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