Song Lyrics

I just came to get down, down
I just came to get down, down

Yo Kayo, remember the first time we met man?
Yeah I remember that man
Yeah man we were in the club
I didn't think you were old enough to get in yet
What are you talking 'bout old head?
You need to show me your ID right quick
Don't you got like two kids?
What you even doing in the club huh?

See I'm from the new school
Me I'm from the old school
Started on a 4-track
Started with pro tools
Born in the seventies raised in the eighties
Pull your pants up, Class
Nah I like 'em baggy, your jeans are too tight son
Yeah okay dad, whatever
You say what you want but my style's much better
Snapbacks and fitteds
Scratch that I did it
You act like it's vintage, but I actually lived it
I was raised in the nineties born in eighty-eight
My intro to rap was a Slim Shady tape
Are you kidding me?
Nah man it made my battles
Me, I'm from the days of Juice and Supernaturals
What you know about that?
Not a damn thing and I never needed to
That's a grown man thing
You living in the past
Kayo! Class!
Phil! Luke!
Don't be blind to the fact
And stop trying to sing every hook on every track
What? You want me to go and get a DJ to scratch?
We come from different places on the map
And somehow we make it work just like that

I just came to get down, down
I just came to get down, get down
I just came to get down, down
Get down

From the new, from the old
From the warm, from the cold
From the north, from the south and all over the map
But somehow we make it work just like that

Remember the first time we got in the studio
And tried to sample that Beatnuts record?
You knew who the Beatnuts were!
Enough with all that, "back in my day" talk
You sound like a senile old man
Yo when I was listening to Snoop Dogg's Doggy Style
You were still watching Sesame Street
Yeah yeah, whatever man

We used to put our songs on wax and blast 'em for a year
Now they on a blog for a day and disappear
Yeah, but back then a record label did it all for you
Pro would've picked your clothes at the mall for you
Nowadays we just gotta work more
Open our own doors, and booking our own tours
And how you think you learned that, huh?
What you tryna say?
That your generation benefited from our mistakes
We had to go through the trial and errors
And build a culture for the world to hear ya
You tryna talk, but you can compare us
We just gotta accept we from different eras
We care less, careless kids who just get it
No more dreams, we just live
Who's fucking with Gretzky, Jordan, or Hulk Hogan?
Crosby, Lebron, and the Rock, old man
Swag, swag
What would you do without the internet though?
Try and understand even for a little bit grow
We come from different places on the map
But somehow we make it work just like that

I just came to get down, down
I just came to get down, get down
I just came to get down, down
Get down

From the new, from the old
From the warm, from the cold
From the north, from the south and all over the map
But somehow we make it work just like that


Man I don't even know why you argue
You came up on dudes like MC Hammer
What are you talking about?
Yo, Flo Rida right now is that what you listen to?
Dude you from Enfield, what could you possibly know about hip hop?
Enfield?
Bro you're talking about Enfield and you're from St. Lucia?
Word man, aight bro

From the new, from the old
From the warm, from the cold
From the north, from the south and all over the map
But somehow we make it work just like that

Brian Arthur Pelrine, David Christensen, Filbert Gabriel Salton, Luke Boyd

The duration of New School / Old School is 3:11 minutes and seconds.