Hype-O x Cee-Roo - Old School New School (Official Music Video)





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Published on Nov 1, 2011

Music video of Hype-O performing Old School New School. Animated by William Wivell (c) 2011



Produced by Cee-Roo


Lemme teach you like school do,
Old school new school lemme school you,
You can try bring the heat but best believe it wouldn't be cool to,
Lemme teach you like school do,
Old school new school lemme school you,
Lemme teach you, lemme teach you like school do
Try bring the heat but it wouldn't be cool to

Alright I'm Mr Hype 1st class is in session, since the ban of corporal punishment there's no beating this lesson,
I advise you try get in my class here even the weakest link can get away with a pass, if you wanna bank put your money on me cause I'm the alpha-bet like ABC.
I breeze hot and cold like a car AC, prone to sickness no premature baby.
Before my diagnosis I think I should mention that my blood pressures fine but I've got Hype-attention,
And high potential is more than essential hype getting hype is not coincidental.
So now I'm running this Hussein running it,
who's saying running this? you aint running none of this,
Killing the scene whilst you couldn't pass-a-fist, schooling dumb breders class dismissed.


There's no stopping me when I'm on the mic,
there's no topping me when I'm on the mic,
I'm no bush I'm like obama when I'm on the mic,
I drop bombs like Osama when I'm on the mic,
I'm Hype I might bite when i'm on the mic,
I spit fire set alight when i'm on the mic,
I skip all over the beat when I'm on the mic,
you trip up over your feet when your mic.
It's like bringing a knife to a gun fight, summin like snow verses the sunlight, cause I'm coming with a flow and verses so tight,
and I up the levels you can't get to this height.
I bet your getting tired of almost but not quite,
such a biter anticlimax when you over excite,
Look to the heavens I'm that star in the night,
you pale in comparison you're staring in twilight


I digest the beat kinda like the biscuit; chew it up so much not even Bob could fix it,
I cook tracks so I stir and whisk it, you couldn't get to my level if you toe and tips it,
So don't risk it cause I'll punchline you, try get to my level and I'll closeline you,
You know the clothes are brand new, I speak swagger so I can't understand you.
I spit like no other can do, you tried to put your foot in the door well I ran through,
And did it with no condition, shampoo,
mc's better get on their knees' I can't stand you.
The truth is the top spot doesn't suit ya,
cause that's my favourite position Karma sutra.
In the foot is where Karma will shoot ya,
but still I run at twice the speed, wireless router.

I bring the thunder look out your window, come clash me, but you aint gonna win tho.
I blaze the beat but a fire you couldn't kindle, Fly boy peter pan, no thimble.
I get the Wendy's and the tinkerbells, my bars tend to get you locked, prison cells,
To shower for you them man drop the soap, I skip all over the beat double Dutch no rope.
But you string along when I write a sing a long, cause I flow so wavy no billabong,
This world is a jungle call me King Kong, knocking down trees from my paper income.
Set to blow like a tick tick bomb, I'm on the star treck so you better Cling-on,
You Screechers better hope to be saved by the bell...Ding Dong

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