Olde English (Remix) (feat. Defari) Lyrics

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 on
Luxury 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
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