Old School – Danger Doom – letras

[Talib Kweli]One two three, in the place to be!MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we goOn born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturdaywatch cartoons ’til noon and then I’d switch to Ralph McDanielsI was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowlAnd a paused beat from my stereoRhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinachYeah I’m gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute MouseMaybe I’m trippin and it’s just a cartoon to youBut I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby DooAnd, I might be buggin but it seem to methat cartoons be realer than reality TVThey inspire my decision to be open and listenBut folks got it all twisted, like a yoga positionLike, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal pastthat’s similar to the cast of Different StrokesMe and my people break bread, sit and smokeThe conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider brokeI draw on anything for inspirationA fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station[Chorus: Talib Kweli]It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like thatIt’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that(I’m old school y’all, yes y’all, I keep it goin y’all, here we go)It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that(I’m old school y’all, keep it goin y’all, keep it goin y’all)It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that(Ah here we go, c’mon)[MF Doom]And we’ll be right back after these messagesFellas grab your nutsacs, chicks squeeze your breastessesWe ain’t all that grown, it’s still funny likeGoin to the store on your own with rainbow moneySince then had an insane flow sonnyWalkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runnyBreakdancin maybe ten, bummyis when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee!Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kickOr a weekend afternoon, karate movie flickSlept good, no justice, no peaceWoody kept it hoody, never discussed it with policeShot the fair one nobody ran to get the gatOr felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fatAnd since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat?What type of chitlins is that?The Super Villain as the bat, hide your tonicWhoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic[Chorus][Talib] Yeah!