E.C. Illa, Rhymefest, DJ BoogieBoy - Old School Tactics lyrics

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

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

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

EC 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
EC 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