Another morning that came too soon I was busy in the city dark side of the moon that bottle tipping it was hitting so smooth now I gotta go to work but the truth is I’d rather be rollin’ (rollin) right back into bed the sun lit and it’s on my head can’t remember just what I said but I know that I’m open (open) ain’t no closing me down they tried to keep me asleep but the legend goes on wake up! and get it going on (haha uhh Good morning America it’s another one for the good guys) Okay okay okay (okay) everything is gonna be okay got a feeling it’s gonna go my way today’s gonna be a very good day the start another morning started way back in the evening cuz I was up all night from the evening that preceeded didn’t have a valid reason just the timing of the seasons see the seasons are the time a man should really get his sleep in but I told Zeke I would sleep when I die so I head off to the station with a dream and a smile said the train to happiness was leaving at 7:30 course I got there at 7:35 but if I hadn’t been late, I couldn’t relate pain molds us shows us how to reach for the stars so I’m awake (wake) and keep a secret I’m a be here tomorrow rip my ticket skipped the line I’m waking life inside my mind rise and shine to the workers and the dreamers we deserve the world I already know that I’m worth it (yeah *coughing*) they’d tried to keep me asleep but the legend goes on wake up! and get going on Okay okay okay (okay) everything is gonna be okay got a feeling it’s gonna go my way today’s gonna be a very good day

(Boy I’ll tell you what these young kids today they don’t know what it was like they don’t have any respect for us they don’t know what it was like for these old timers) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) Man I remember back in the day when rappers were rappers and not a bunch of skateboarders just acting like rappers or using rap as a platform to get into acting I guess what I mean to say is today’s rap lacks passion all this hassle and stress bout trying to cash in your checks you wanna dazzle impress write a song with actual depth these hip-hop heads who never listened to Nas? probably think James Franco’s the original Wizard Of Oz talking bout bodily harm and artists acting like pharmacists like you were raised in a barn with all this crop that you’re harvesting (garbage) a carbon copy of all that’s lewd and disarming it used to be that stars had to be smart, proven and charming you young kids can have your twerking and your diddy bop I kick it old school with the Charleston and the Lindie hop you cool cats can have your twerking and your diddy bop I kick it old school, haha I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (if you don’t like it you can go pound sand!) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (why does a five year old kid need a cellular plan?) I know I’m probably dating myself but all this new technology is forsaking my health like what in the world is an Instagram? you can already post pics on Facebook and Twitter so who gives a damn speaking of tweeting, I could really be without it who needs to tweet about it? I’d rather just be about it see the kids today don’t know how to communicate I don’t think they’ve ever had a conversation face to face a generation of tragedy affinity for profanity fashioned in trashy tapestries “selfies” code word for vanity (travesty) engaging daily in forms of digital pageantry savage state of affairs sex tapes are considered masterpiece you young kids can have your twerking and your diddy bop I kick it old school with the Charleston and the Lindie hop you cool cats can have your twerking and your diddy bop I kick it old school, haha I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (man these kids are so lucky must be sleeping with the mummies) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (all these nincompoop and whippersnapper gosh darn dummies) hey! hey! hey! hey! (man these kids today I’ll tell you what they don’t know we used to walk to school 15 miles uphill both ways and you.. shoes? forget about it you were lucky to have feet! and let me tell ya you needed to know information you couldn’t go on this world wide intraweb you had to go to a library and read a book! you wanted to talk to a friend you had to pick up a phone! aww I don’t know anymore I look around and I just see a bunch of cold tony’s and lame ducks, sideways Susan’s it makes me sick!) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (if you don’t like it you can go pound sand!) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (why does a five year old kid need a cellular plan?) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (man these kids so lucky must be sleeping with the mummies) I’m so old school (old-old-old school) (all these nincompoop and whippersnapper gosh darn dummies)

Hello world yeah I’m here without an invitation they’ll probably never show me love on the radio station but I’m not filled with jaded bitterness my heart is free of hatred I’m just making statements based in righteous indignation I never claimed to be the greatest I’m just trying to make it happen man with my admitted limitations these other rappers man they’re so-so-so-so basic yeah let’s face it they just want to be famous paid generic and baseless me I want to be remembered in this industry as the epitome of creativity originality won’t ever speak a fallacy cuz true talent’s not determined by your salary or any other technicalities so let’s drop the dead weight like we’re counting calories my whole career has been walking on the balance beam between commercial and the cellar tip my goal: bring intelligence back to relevance you’re putting all these words together with thought heart depth it’s a little too dense to make crowds wanna follow so put a bunch of words together that don’t make sense if it don’t make sense then it’s bound to make dollars Pop tags shop bags cheddar cream cheese money pop bottles champagne green trees pop molly got jewels bling ice pushing Phantoms and Ferraris hot models no tops freak-a-leeks wanna party This game’s a joke that’s only meant for us to laugh harder sometimes I look around and think that I’m the last artist my only wish is take this business and this craft far put that on my mother father grandmother grandfather nobody’s perfect but I’m working cuz I’m certain that I’m earning my stripes in the pursuit of this perfection my stomach’s turning hunger yearning fire burning higher learning through these sermons serving views of introspection you’re putting all these words together with thought heart depth it’s a little too dense to make crowds wanna follow so put a bunch of words together that don’t make sense if it don’t make sense then it’s bound to make dollars Pop tags shop bags cheddar cream cheese money pop bottles champagne green trees pop molly got jewels bling ice pushing Phantoms and Ferraris hot models no tops freak-a-leeks wanna party You know sometimes to find the truth man you gotta look behind the lie so open your third eye and read between the lines Pop tags shop bags cheddar cream cheese money pop bottles champagne green trees pop molly got jewels bling ice pushing Phantoms and Ferraris hot models no tops freak-a-leeks wanna party My Trojan Horse Trojan Horse My Trojan Horse Trojan Horse (Step Inside of) My Trojan Horse Trojan Horse My Trojan Horse Trojan Horse (Come and ride on my)