Alright, check it, y'all, it's the old school flow,

Alright, check it, y'all, it's the old school flow, Back when hip-hop was just startin' to grow. No fancy beats, just a simple rhyme, Droppin' knowledge, one line at a time. (Chorus) We rock the mic, we move the crowd, Old school style, standin' proud. From the Bronx to the West, we spread the sound, Hip-hop nation, all around. We ain't talkin' 'bout bling or fancy cars, Just real stories and breakin' down bars. So listen up close, let the rhythm take hold, This is the story that needs to be told.