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OLD SCHOOL
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Hip-Hop/Rap
OLD SCHOOL was released on June 7, 2025 by Kripp Records as a part of the album MUNI III
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Release DateJune 7, 2025
LabelKripp Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MUNI
MUNI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Lyrics
Christopher Lee Rios,
Christopher Lee Rios,
Lyrics
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MUNI
MUNI
Producer

Lyrics

(Oh)
Let the beat breathe (oh)
Let the beat breathe (oh)
Let the beat breathe (oh)
(Go)
It's all business, no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later
I'ma think about it never
And I think about his paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell that stench, you just think sanitation
I'm right here, ****, fuck the location
'Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the heal
But one from the hammer, get a **** killed
Fill a **** up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a **** up and split a **** meal
Yeah, if **** actin' how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get to clappin' like a seal
Yeah, kidnappin' the little ones
Throwin' bitch **** off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly, and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything you stand for, send it to the heaven sky
We's F.A. boy, get it right every time
Trevor Squad, boy! (Get it right every time)
Till infinity, yeah, what you want?
Uh, what ****
Yo, why you rhyming like you killing ****?
You ain't never feel a trigger
Screaming at you real, but you're still beginners
I make examples how to ample rap
Or smack you, make you trample backwards
Catch you falling flat to strap you back in pampers
That's a sample just to let you know, test me and invest in soul
Especially on some flesh, me spend what's left on skulls
Those opposing holding grudges will be holding crutches
Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy, emotional roughage
Who's the toughest? As rough as they come
I'll snuff them indie wonder, you're bluffing
My name ain't Punisher for nothing
Keep puffing and puffing, I'll blow your face (face)
If one million says to my ace, and the whole lyrical assassin
Be triple-saying, chasing po-po out, I bought a town
Local till I part the ground
In my coffin, tossed into the lost and found
Down and deep beneath, the weather in my leather chai
Six feet forever, half asleep for Steve Parsley
Boss **** never die
Uh
Swung by on the car phone, **** looking
Chicks pass on the stoles, everybody cooking
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wrist was large, but we took it, we not pussy
61 Impala hydraulics and new bushings
Sitting outside, blind, know how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
All them Rosé lyrics, put some OJ in it
A little cut on that henny, skank it, spin it
We ain't done finished, bribers business
I'm that ****, they just made my image (just made my image)
This guy giving nine gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place, medals, Golden Cup
The winners have enter
Rachel Glazer to us
Yeah (Rachel Glazer to us)
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Swung by on the car phone, **** looking
Chicks pots on the stove, everybody cooking
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Risk was large, but we took it, we not pussy
61 and a pile of hydraulics and new bushings
Sitting outside, blabbing on how to push it to the limit
Just how Scarface did it
Go
Written by: Christopher Lee Rios, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Shante Franklin
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