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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ren Gill
Ren Gill
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ren
Ren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ren Gill
Ren Gill
Producer

Lyrics

Oh my God, music these days is like, so lame I can't listen to the radio without cringing my big tits off I wish someone would take it back to the old-school Boom like dynamite, yes, I get wild Blowing up the scene like a frickin' missile Quick hit the deck, sir, here comes the pressure Sound so ill, better call the health inspector People of the world, people all over the nation This is my jam, yes, I bring the good vibration Lyric education, I'm elevating the ratings The brain is blatant, I'm painting the shape of this great innovation I'm making When I step up on the scene Fresh like (grass) when the grass (is green) Style that can blast ya, I'll be the master Sword in the stone, I'm the new King Arthur Could I get a minute to finish this pinnacle of music? Fuse it with blues and then use it carefully, please, don't abuse it Lose it like a mental patient, schizophrenic conversation "Hi, Ren, my name is Ren Nice to meet you, oh, that's great, man" I got what you want, I got what you need Old-school kicks with a new school twist Banging on my MP3 I got what you need, I got what you want A vintage classic, bounce like elastic old-school song Devastating worlds like a whirlpool, tough like a turtle I rock a whole room without a single rehearsal Face turned purple, blowing off steam I glow like Christmas, watch me gleam Come out the blue like a shark attack I got you in my jaws, how you gonna react? When I snap my trap, I crack your back flat I wiggidy-wiggidy-wiggidy snap my trap Jump in, jump out, shake it all about Move to the sound now, sit the fuck down Sit the fuck down? Sit the fuck down I'm king like Kong, so pass me the crown I'm warrior like Xena, Julius like Caesar Cooler than an ice cube sitting in your freezer I'm Rocky, but I'm meaner, I'll turn you like I'm Tina Flow could turn an atheist into a believer I got what you want, I got what you need Old-school kicks with a new school twist Banging on my MP3 I got what you need, I got what you want A vintage classic, bounce like elastic old-school song Flippin' sick kickflips, I'm wicked, tricky, I'm lippy, I'm sick Ripping your tripping, no kidding, dip in then rip up the set Quick with the rhythm I give 'em shivers, I'm triggering kids Syllables Biblical, mythical, critical, hold my breath Hold my breath, nothing more, nothing less Puffing draw, passing left, busting raw on her chest I digress, I'm a menace, I'm a mess I'm the baker make the bread, undertaker raise the dead I got what you want, I got what you need Old-school kicks with a new school twist Banging on my MP3 I got what you need, I got what you want A vintage classic, bounce like elastic old-school song I got what you want, I got what you need Old-school kicks with a new school twist Banging on my MP3
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