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7 Seconds Old School

Action's being taken 'cos of this, You fucked with us and now we're really pissed. A hundred times you tried to shut us out, But silence isn't golden,

Hatred I can't stand it anymore. The color of our skin we must ignore. Do you feel the pain or see the hurt, Or do you let it pass right by instead? (

Take your pick and make a stand, With no regrets or change of plan, Keep your head, don't be afraid, Be proud of the choice you've made. Support your

fight has just begun. You get in clubs, drink alcohol, It makes you feel you're ten feet tall. (Chorus) I don't wanna grow up, I'm never getting old

t get open Wouldn't get suits them shits was made to be broken 'Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin I was just a Juvenile movin in Slow Motion I dropped outta school

Drinking with the best of the hustling I got butter knives like you got butter knives Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times All my niggas old school

and actin' like a fool The way I see it, the more good they be writin' Makin' u wish that u stayed in a funky school (school) First class - guitar 101, james brown - second

ditch school and head straight up to the mall Just so we can be the first ones with em on Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? " And

pumps like sluts when they traveling with shoes in the trunk Im losing it punk Missing a few screws and a nut Im stupid as fuck Im from the old school