Old School Tactics — текст песни (E.C. Illa f DJ BoogieBoy, Rhyme Fest)

[E.C. spoken]
Here we go once again
Back for more
Keep it on like this til the break of dawn
Show y`all how some real MC`s cold rock the mic and get things right

[Chorus]
Rock, rock, y`all, to the funky cuts
Freak freak, y`all. These nigga can`t get enough
Hold tight, y`all and it`ll be alright
Low Life, y`all, we keep it live all night

[E.C.]
A Yo, I`m burning motherfuckers like Tiajuana hoes
Got a master degree in these devistating flows
And I know that y`all recognize the enemy
I`m an MC with tall skill and some mark ass ability
Living by ideals, hip hop pioneers instilled in me
And while you act like someone else, myself is who I`m thrilled to be
And still you be thinkin that you`re ample
But 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 Spain
And make a living giving motherfuckers pain
I reign as the wack crew attacker, Low Life cracker,
Beat and snare jacker, I`m after
Any who oppose and want to bring it
And now that you`ve quit rappin, motherfucker, you can sing it, uhhh

[Chorus] - 2X

[Rhyme Fest]
E.C. and Rhyme Fest, the hella shocka, tell a doctor
That this nigga broke his neck trying to do the helicopter
Call the pastor, `cause when I blast ya, who`s the master?
I daze and create ways like Legendary Traxster
Staying bolder, as I get older, the mic holder
Beat niggas around the world `cause I`m a universal soldier
It`s time to annihilate any and all
Competition who by wishin Ill would drop like a waterfall
And get wet up. I`ll blow your whole set up
E.C. smack him in his face if he ever hold his head up
I strike like lightning and hit like a truck
Blew you up so bad intensive care wouldn`t give a fuck
So why should I if you die?
This ain`t Amen, but fuck with Ill and like Deacon, you`re gonna Fry

[Chorus] - 2X

{*scratching and cutting until fade by DJ BoogieBoy*}