[Talib Kweli]
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One two three, in the place to be!
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MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go
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On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday
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watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels
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I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl
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And a paused beat from my stereo
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Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach
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Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse
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Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you
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But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo
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And, I might be buggin but it seem to me
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that cartoons be realer than reality TV
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They inspire my decision to be open and listen
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But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position
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Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past
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that's similar to the cast of Different Strokes
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Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke
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The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke
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I draw on anything for inspiration
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A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station
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[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
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It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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(I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go)
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It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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(I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all)
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It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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(Ah here we go, c'mon)
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[MF Doom]
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And we'll be right back after these messages
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Fellas grab your nutsacs, chicks squeeze your breastesses
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We ain't all that grown, it's still funny like
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Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money
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Since then had an insane flow sonny
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Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny
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Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy
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is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee!
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Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick
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Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick
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Slept good, no justice, no peace
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Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police
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Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat
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Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat
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And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat?
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What type of chitlins is that?
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The Super Villain as the bat, hide your tonic
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Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic
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[Chorus]
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[Talib] Yeah!
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Old School Rules
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| Danger Doom |
