oldskool jam,

can,can, you see me,can,can,me,standing here looking at my reflection in my for corners,of this mirror,saying too it,who is the fairest old gee,that you ever met,who can straight up turn a sack of of corn,into a mountain of Gold,with just the tip of my tongue,steady spitting too you niggas,the realest shit that i ever wrote,steady hitting on every bar &notes,just like a musician,steady losing sleep until he get it right,im just like that junkie,up in my booth,steady working & working on the sound and beat too all my words,until i get right,until get right, cause that means that much too me,too see all my fans,shaking and bopping they heads too somethen new up in hip hop,so i want you too always remember,that i always looking at the man,in the mirror,just trying too figure out what im going too bring too you next,but i bet that it's going too be dope and fresh,fresh then the oldest of oldest hip hop sound, it's going make you stop for a minute,and shake your head,as your whole body straight up wanna party and get down,too this here oldskool beat,with a little twist of funk and hip hop groove,just a twist of funk and hip hop groove, chicago's six,got him another one, another one, another one,