Different Schools (Prod. by Frat...

My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics

Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack-kids

My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars

Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar

My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study

Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies

My school birthed icons and legends of the game

Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H

 

 

Hip-Hops dead, Nas hit the nail on the head, a perfect metaphor

Now kids poppin Oxy 80s simply because their head is sore

We went from Rakim, Jada and Outkast, some humbling shit

To "Lil this" and "Lil that", some incoherent mumbling bitch

We shouted "we don't love them hoes" while lighting up swishers

Y'all showing love to these hoes and straight wifing up strippers

We hustled hard, hitting the corner and sell it by the gram

Y'all just sit back, netflix n chill and then tell it on the 'Gram

Our idols fell victim to shots of the East vs West coast explosions

Your idols fell victim to their own hand, lean and heroin overdoses

My school raised men, dropping verses for respect and a payroll

Your school raised boys, muttering bullshit for the hope to play trolls

We had 16s that sparked thought and empowered a movement

Sure we slipped at times but got up and just counted our bruises

These fuckin kids too coward to do it, mumbles never get heard

They let the beat speak for 'em, might as well completely sever the words

 

 

My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics

Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack-kids

My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars

Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar

My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study

Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies

My school birthed icons and legends of the game

Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H

 

 

Shit used to go hard, from Compton to the land of the Boogie (Bronx)

Philly to South Beach, wrong move forever damaged a rookie

Skinny jeans n blouses turned these so called men into pussies

Fuck a Louis Vuitton, I'm Gucci rockin my Champion hoody

And Timberland boots, signs of the decayed Golden Age

So enraged, knowing our pioneers would be so ashamed

The frozen plane of existence we live in, only noticing fame

Skills been deemed irrelevant, made the game hopeless n lame

We should all know the feelin of losing the greatest coalition

All the top-10 artists who never even sold a million

Lyrics with a message and a cause to defend

Sadly now it's all lost and been brought to an end

Left to ask why? how and when? As we swallow chagrin

And watch the new school sell souls to follow a trend

Went from wordsmiths, masters of craftin a scheme

To worshipping faggots, smack addicts and fiends (see)

 

 

My school is full of lyricists and the boom bap classics

Your school is full of mumblers and whack ass crack-kids

My school is substance, truth and hard hitting bars

Your school is substance abuse and foam cups at the bar

My school is lead by artists and emcees worthy of study

Your school is lead by snitches and a bunch of these junkies

My school birthed icons and legends of the game

Your school birthed narcan and syringes of the H