Chorus

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
so hey, we didn't just come out today to play

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
so hey, we came to rock the microphone all day


Verse 1 JaJa & Samoerai

I drop a phat gem for ya mind don't ya see
we're bringin it back to when it wasn't all about the cream
cash rules everthing around me, it seems
that they only care about sellin cd's while we

are wreckin the beats more often than you really could imagine
makin it happen, snatch ya props away like Jason Statham
seperatin us from Hip-Hop, we wouldn't function
like splittin an atom, it could lead to nothin but destruction

don't beam me up scotty, but be ready to beam me down,
straight to the underground to that mighty sound
from back in the days, yo, where rappin was great
no fake ass mc's with nothin to say though

Hip-Hop is a form of self-education
a stoned mind can't be freed by a mason
so that's why we do try to help by explainin
battle for ya dreams like Freddy versus Jason

face it, guess who comes crawlin out the shadows of the basement
to reenlight ya mind with some statements
oldschool arrangements, 808 drums got ya shakin
ya body goes up n down, no hessitation

but I feel, like we're the only one's not chasin a deal
yall made hiphop suffer, but we're here to heal
now did I really say that, oh yes, I did
I'm done shutting the fuck up, it's time to bring the real

Hip, Hip, Hip-Hop back,


Chorus

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
so hey, we didn't just come out today to play

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
so hey, we came to rock the microphone all day


Verse 2 JaJa & Samoerai

cuz when we bump this, funky, original stuff see
we just wanne know if yall loved it, but it must be
cuz we kicked it, flipped it, off and we ripped it,
don't ya think kid, man don't ya love to hear that funk shit

it is, survival of the fittest in these days
we regulate the flow in a million different ways
Jayeness, we came, we saw and we conquered
props from real boombap fans at our concerts

so blow the trumpet while we stomp in cuz it's somethin
royal and bumpin, original funk and
fully filled loungs man ready to blaze the drum in the track
back so react with your heads to that nooow...

"so you all warmed up?" yeaaah man, I'm ready
ready like Machete, kickin ass so hold steady
I wanne go and throw a mighty ass flow up to show ya
who's the number one, now, who's the number one rhyme flower

we gon make ya mind blow up
we're livin it up, we gon show you how them rhymes go nuts
not givin a fuck, toy with stories to get high and buzz
lightyears away out into space to smoke the nicest dutch

I'm just chillin, illin, but I don't need penicilline
when I'm spillin verbs over the verse I'm straight killin
willin and able to rip a track, fully enabled to bring it back
to the days, were rap was still a craft so


Chorus

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
but hey, we didn't just come out today to play

get on up, get on down, listen to the sound
of the oldschool bumpin through ya town
a phat phat jam that be headin out ya way
so hey, we came to rock the microphone all day