Old School Lyrics - Mouse & The Mask - Danger Doom

One two three, in the place to be! 

MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go 

On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday 

Watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels 

I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl 

And a paused beat from my stereo 

Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach 

Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse 

Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you 

But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo 

And, I might be buggin but it seem to me 

That cartoons be realer than reality TV 

They inspire my decision to be open and listen 

But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position 

Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past 

That's similar to the cast of Different Strokes 

Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke 

The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke 

I draw on anything for inspiration 

A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go) 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all) 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(Ah here we go, c'mon) 

And we'll be right back after these messages 

Fellas grab your nutsacs, chicks squeeze your breastesses 

We ain't all that grown, it's still funny like 

Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money 

Since then had an insane flow sonny 

Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny 

Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy 

Is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee! 

Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick 

Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick 

Slept good, no justice, no peace 

Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police 

Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat 

Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat 

And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat? 

What type of chitlins is that? 

The Super Villain as the bat, hide your tonic 

Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go) 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all) 

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that 

(Ah here we go, c'mon)