Old School Tactics – E.C. Illa – letras

[E.C. spoken]Here we go once againBack for moreKeep it on like this til the break of dawnShow y’all how some real MC’s cold rock the mic and get things right[Chorus]Rock, rock, y’all, to the funky cutsFreak freak, y’all. These nigga can’t get enoughHold tight, y’all and it’ll be alrightLow Life, y’all, we keep it live all night[E.C.]A Yo, I’m burning motherfuckers like Tiajuana hoesGot a master degree in these devistating flowsAnd I know that y’all recognize the enemyI’m an MC with tall skill and some mark ass abilityLiving by ideals, hip hop pioneers instilled in meAnd while you act like someone else, myself is who I’m thrilled to beAnd still you be thinkin that you’re ampleBut don’t you wonder why your labels cuttin off your ends like a sample?I trample MC’s like the running of the bulls up in SpainAnd make a living giving motherfuckers painI reign as the wack crew attacker, Low Life cracker,Beat and snare jacker, I’m afterAny who oppose and want to bring itAnd now that you’ve quit rappin, motherfucker, you can sing it, uhhh[Chorus x2][Rhyme Fest]E.C. and Rhyme Fest, the hella shocka, tell a doctorThat this nigga broke his neck trying to do the helicopterCall the pastor, ’cause when I blast ya, who’s the master?I daze and create ways like Legendary TraxsterStaying bolder, as I get older, the mic holderBeat niggas around the world ’cause I’m a universal soldierIt’s time to annihilate any and allCompetition who by wishin Ill would drop like a waterfallAnd get wet up. I’ll blow your whole set upE.C. smack him in his face if he ever hold his head upI strike like lightning and hit like a truckBlew you up so bad intensive care wouldn’t give a fuckSo why should I if you die?This ain’t Amen, but fuck with Ill and like Deacon, you’re gonna Fry[Chorus x2][scratching and cutting until fade by DJ BoogieBoy]