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)

The Big Off Brand