Old school thrill versus new school chill

Old School Thrill vs New School Chill Yo, I'm the real deal, spittin’ bars from the soul, While these mumble rappers flex, tryin’ hard to be gold. "Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang," bitch, that shit's so played, You ain't no king, just a pawn in the game you crave. I'm a lyrical beast, E-M-I-N-E-M, Throwin’ shade on your shade, I’ll put you in the pen. You mumble on the track like you chokin' on your pride, While I’m droppin' heavy knowledge, I’m the wisdom that you hide. Old school flavor, got that rhythm in my flow, While you hop on trends, I’m the one that you should know. Ballin' with the legends, I brought the heat to the fight, You ain't got the skills, man, your bars don’t ignite. Hustlin' on the block, I’m the one with the plan, While these little kids flex like they hot, it's a sham. Tryna come at me, but you soundin’ so whack, Like a broken-ass record, can’t put the heat on track. I’m droppin' knowledge bombs, while you mumble "dumb it down," I’ll flip the script on you, watch me take this whole town. So back up with that weak shit, I’m callin' your bluff, You can’t hang with this OG, we know who’s tough enough. Look, I’m bustin’ rhymes that elevate your mind, While you sippin’ on the lean, still you can’t even shine. Ain't no competition, I’m the real rap messiah, You just a candle flicker, while I’m lit like a fire. So step to the mic, show me what you got, But I promise you this, you ain't ready for the hot. Old school's in the house, and I’m here to reclaim, This rap game’s a throne and I’m the king of the name. So “Fuck it,” what you sayin’, I’m just here to expose, While real ones like me, keep the game on its toes. New school, take a seat while I show you the ropes, You can’t fuck with the master, I’m the one with the hopes. Old school thrill, new school chill in the mix, While I’m teachin’ ’bout the craft with these lyrical tricks. So bow down little nigga, your reign’s runnin’ thin, In this battle of the ages, it’s the old school that wins.