We just totally pinched in a couple of rhythms
Faster than anybody out there can get 'em and pick 'em
Out, you got it, just stick it out, just pick it and flip it out
We stick it and doubleclick it on any words of the mouth
The rhymin', I spit it out, the holy grail is without an owner
'Cuz I'd punch that fuckin' whale if I was Jonah
I wouldn't be the evil Herod that all of you know of
I'd just kick back, relax, and sit up on my throne-a
Watchin' my whole kingdom, and half an hour later
I'll be standin' up on my chair, preachin' like Ralph Nader
Tellin' the whole crowd that goes on for a mile
About this certain type of music that's bringin' in style
These old school beats, they aren't cheatin' and aren't leadin'
To anything that might come around and start eatin'
Away at your soul, so you know, when my rhymes are free
I'll be written in the records, go down in history

So I keep goin' loud, keep flowin' now
Always keepin' the rhythm off of the ground
Move it around, groove to the sound
We blast off, and we're old-school-bound
Keep goin' loud, keep flowin' now
Always keepin' the rhythm off of the ground
Move it around, groove to the sound
We blast off, and we're old-school-bound

Back to the days when rap was made and music played and rhythm stayed
And people would just sit around and rest in the shade
Of the words and when they heard 'em they would get up
And bellow out a gigantic "hell yeah!" to whoever it concerned
'Cuz the music just moved 'em, don't worry about any
Fights breakin' out, it just soothed 'em, grooved 'em
And nobody has any other grievances to give
Almost like Nighthaven is where we live
Peaceful and passive, not kickin' anybody's ass and
Floatin' from town to town spreadin' 'round the peace surpassin'
Anything else in this mad, mad world of hate
'Cuz it takes all that you got to keep your head on straight
Psychological experience tells me that societal irritants
In a world with views of variance
Aren't good things, be an iron, smooth 'em out
Old school remedies are gonna soothe the shout

CHORUS

[Dak-Tiz]
Yo, slow the beat, catch my name: it's Dak-Tiz
I beast on the guitar, fuckin' fastest in the biz

(Dak-Tiz's Guitar Solo)

Now coming in one more time to bring it back
To the back of the class, it's a blast from the past
From street corners, storefronts, subways, and porches
To clubs, remember when it was just out on the doorsteps?
Guns didn't kill and MCs kept it real
There are people on the dance floor and all they feel
Is the beat that's poundin' and drownin' out all their thoughts
The rhythm's hoverin', and no, it doesn't take a lot
To please a few, the viewfinder's functioning
And even though these words are conjunction-junctioning
They aren't all grammatically correct, or livin' in debt
To the dictionary, yeah, their future's set
Look to the apple of your eye, it's the pie in the sky
And you all wonder why you somehow cannot fly to it
Just spread you wings and don't hold back
And you'll all be at the front of the old school pack

CHORUS

Blast Off (feat. Dak-Tiz)

I try my best to please you, I always aim to apease you
If you'd only take the time, look at your son, and you can see through
All the shit he's had to deal with, compared to some, it's not much
But in the ocean of emotions, the feelings you just can't touch 'em
I load a bowl, pour out my soul, and bam, another rhyme
If I lay it imperfectly, damn, I'll do it a second time
Just screw it, this fuckin' line, I'm out of my fuckin' mind
The drone of days, they fade away, 'cuz it's just the daily grind
This is what some people like to call a stalemate
Because I lost one of my best friends in the anger and the hate
I'm just gonna say it to blow off some of this fuckin' steam
'Cuz you're just overprotective of me, it's useless and it seems
Like nothin' you try to do anymore really makes any sense
I venture out on my own, try to win, but you're just against it
If I try to play my hand in this little game they call "life"
You turn away, ashamed, you blame me for your troubles and your strife

Well it's a few months later and I'm still just debatin'
Whether I should get outta Dodge, I'm sick and tired of waitin'
For you to change your mind about the way I live this life I'm leadin'
I'm just mellow, I flow, I'll come back and all you will be eatin'
Is crow, how did I know, it came to me in a dream
That I had last night, all I remember is that I was just screamin'
At the top of my lungs, my chances weren't zero to none
You just thought they were, 'cuz in the end, I most triumphantly won
But this world isn't the same without your voice in my head
Or your trust in my heart, it's hard to know that I might just be dead
If I didn't have your support every step of the way
And I look back on my decisions at the end of the day
And I know that if I had another choice I wouldn't take it
Even if they had a billion dollar house on a lake and
We would all get along, flowers in the family tree
'Cuz we were a mean fuckin' team, and that's the way it's meant to be

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This is everything hip hop related I have done in the past decade since Aftermath, along with Not Out of the Woods, a sort of rock-y song. I am releasing these tracks in their current form as I have lost all these master tracks in a hard drive failure. Back up your stuff, I learned my lesson. I do have more music but want to actually finish it up first.

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