Back To the Old School

Aww yeah

Cold illin' gettin' dumb

Cool blaze, havin' some fun

With my man, Mantronix, master of the beat

Rhythm machine, connoisseur of the rhythm with the sound that's mean

Combined with Just, a historical event

The crew of the year

Crew of the year

Crew of the year, 1986

Back to the old school!

Aww yeah

Clap your hands to the beat

Ha, ha!

Came to the place to party all night

Gonna boogie on down 'til I see the starlight

Just got here the night is still young

Cut off the beats and start talkin' loud

Have you ever met a girl who you thought was it

When the push comes to shove, she ain't the shit!

I don't have to have a rhyme every day of the week

When I speak

I rock portions and versions

'Cause I'm unique!

Bust it!

Funky rhythms!

Get nice

Cold gettin'

Sir Vicious!

Precise!

Doll call

DMX

My rhythm, known as human beatbox!

Mantronix, gettin' dumb!

On the beatbox

No one rocks harder!

We are never no fool!

From the old school!

Rahh!

To my man, BR sauce

Protege on the way

Rock your body down from day to day

Rapper

Rock on!

Aww yeah

Hit it, hit it, hit it

Crew of the year, 1986

What more can you ask for?

What can I say?