Blowup School - Old Fable Lyrics

Back in the day when life seemed like an old fable
Yo mtv raps crackin through the stolen cable
Call Ginos have em hold a table
Or we'd just get a couple crazy horses out the stable
Smoked weed like it was just invented
My mind raced like my car and it was just as dented
Always with the Pirates fitted
And a Steelers starter
Cause we like to let everybody
See where we was brought up
We was young and dumb trying to get a lil somethin some
Wasn't trying to hear shit from a teacher or a mom
The ones spitting rhymes gave us guidance
To say what's on our mind instead of
Staying silent
Always broke but somehow still got it
Fresh seeping out my pores
It's hard to not spot it
Fresh hat fresh shirt
Fresh kicks fresh dipped
Blowup School in full effect yep you guessed it
Coming with a message
Born to bless it
After a while we quit going to confession
As ya probably guessing
Went from hobby to obsession
On and on no restinG
From a job to a profession
Nice is what it is this life I live
A grown ass man with a wife and kids
Doing what I got to do
To get mine and survive
But all I really want to do
Is kick rhymes and get live

All I'm trying to hear is classic rap hits
Golden era hip hop nothing but that shit
Looked real hard found nothing that matched it
So glad I was alive at the right time to catch it
All I'm trying to hear is classic rap hits
Golden era hip hop nothing but that shit
Looked real hard found nothing that matched it
So glad I was alive at the right time to catch it

I remember
Hearing those Songs
For the first time
Being lifted
Can't show young cats
What we saw
They see it different
They got their own music
I say let em have it
We don't have to listen
Just return to the classics
My memory can access
Every last track blessed
From the 80's To the 90's
The Era that's best
With lyrics samples
And turntabalism
Listen for the proof
There ain't nothing missing
Cashing a check
Last thing you'd expect
We wrecked for passion respect
And craved it's lasting effects
Became a way of life
That we never looked back from
As Soon I heard a beat
I immediately Took action
Pick up trade tool
Mastered the rapping
Persisted to fade fools
Cats started clapping
Just didn't obey rules
That's how it happened
Twisted up cables
Used to trip us up back then
Pissing off neighbors
With Volumes going past ten
The hits and the staples
I always would blast them
The Box on my shoulders
Plays the gods and the rulers
Had every groups name
On my middle school folder
Dressed like the superstars
Ya know the crew was large
They known who we are
You know few this hard I
The truest few is who we keep doin this for
So give ya self a hand if ya true to the form

All I'm trying to hear is classic rap hits
Golden era hip hop nothing but that shit
Looked real hard found nothing that matched it
So glad I was alive at the right time to catch it
These mumble rappers
Make us want to laugh
At they asses
Cause We can't believe
Shit dis wack
Came after we passed it
How'd we go from simple shit
To having It mastered?
And back to simple ass shit
Ain't that ass backwards