New School / Old School - Classified, Kayo Guevarra

I just came to get down, down

Hey Kayo remember the first time we met?

Yeah I remember that man

Yeah man we were in the club and I don’t think you were old enough to get in yet

What are you talking 'bout?

Oh yeah show me ID really quick

You got two kids what were you even doing in the club?

See I’m from the new school

Me I’m from the old shcool

Started on a 4-track

Started with pro tools

Born in the 70's raised in the 80's

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 its vintage, but I actually lived it

I was raised in the 90's born in '88

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

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

Remember the first time we were in the studio and we tried to sample that

Beatnuts record?

I knew who the Beatnuts were!

Enough of 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

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?

Whatchu 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, or 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

Man I don’t even know why you argue.

You came up on dudes like MC Hammer

What are you talking about?

You Flo Rida right now

You from Enfield, what could you possibly know about hip hop?

Enfield.

Man you’re talking about Enfield, and you’re from St. Lucia?