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Old Man Rap Video (MV)




Performed By: Ab The Audicrat
Featuring: Emcee Graffiti, Xkwisit
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Tim Sullivan, Jason Williams




Ab The Audicrat - Old Man Rap Lyrics
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[ Featuring Emcee Graffiti, Xkwisit ]

Groove with me
Move with me
You with me
Hmm Let me adjust this doohickey
You check alerts on your Apple Watch
I'm off the grid picking worms from a tackle box
Ya' Instagram fam telling you the trash was hot
You rap, but what that come out of your mouth is whack a lot
Fun fact like a Snapple top, Facts
Bringing hammers like it's Ragnarok (no you're not)
Forget rap, I want to be an Astronaut
High def, you stuck in a tube like Magnovox
Bolt Cutters to your Master Locks
I could tie Ironclad brass into a massive knot (watch!)
I'm an earthquake not an aftershock (that's hot)
Pandemic, facing inflation and crashing stocks
Defund the hazardous cops that's packaging rocks
Middle finger flashing the opps
Then grab the cash from a stash spot (What you got)
Like the MetaMask mascot
(Not a lot)
I'm as fast as a fox
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup
And climb a mountain of proof
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup and climb a mountain of proof
Yo, you throwing shade? I'm throwing fists
Fold you like a paper crane told you son don't never miss
I'm over you like an umlaut, shoot blaow
Too foul, catch you all alone where's ya crew now
Bricka bracka firecracker, shish boom ba
Here go Graffiti with that ra-ra-ra
Whole crowd duckin' out like it's all foie gras
Open season keepin' score like it's Fu-Ge-La
Pop the tape deck quick, put ya life on pause
Pull the heat bring relief like a Salonpas
My whole team standin tall, brody how bout yours
I'm Oldboy pullin hammers hanging out in the hall
While ya homie stay slippin, simpin' on a mission
I'll be O.J. Simpson with the knife right out the kitchen
Xkwist come through with the surgical precision
And Ab is like Zidane keep the head knockers kickin
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup
And climb a mountain of proof
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup and climb a mountain of proof
We still with this
Foundation to build bridges
Life over death not claiming to fill ditches
So many flows I spill liquids
Homage to the Mecca taking a pilgrimage
Full speed this us the real scrimmage
Ill written politic'ing like Bill Clinton
Charm like Ted Bundy but I don't kill women
That's feminism not pill slipping I'm still hitting
Gimmie the meal ticket or in a minute
I'm the creature in A Quiet Place, hear the thing clickin'
Come upside ya face, raw, get ya whole state robbed
Democrats and Republicans be doing 8-balls
In their chambers writing laws, twice as high as LeVar
Keep ya eye on the prize or you'll fry in the car
Hotter than a summer in the project walls
You Hans Gruber, you surprised that you really could fall
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
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Groove with me
Move with me
You with me
Hmm Let me adjust this doohickey
You check alerts on your Apple Watch
I'm off the grid picking worms from a tackle box
Ya' Instagram fam telling you the trash was hot
You rap, but what that come out of your mouth is whack a lot
Fun fact like a Snapple top, Facts
Bringing hammers like it's Ragnarok (no you're not)
Forget rap, I want to be an Astronaut
High def, you stuck in a tube like Magnovox
Bolt Cutters to your Master Locks
I could tie Ironclad brass into a massive knot (watch!)
I'm an earthquake not an aftershock (that's hot)
Pandemic, facing inflation and crashing stocks
Defund the hazardous cops that's packaging rocks
Middle finger flashing the opps
Then grab the cash from a stash spot (What you got)
Like the MetaMask mascot
(Not a lot)
I'm as fast as a fox
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup
And climb a mountain of proof
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup and climb a mountain of proof
Yo, you throwing shade? I'm throwing fists
Fold you like a paper crane told you son don't never miss
I'm over you like an umlaut, shoot blaow
Too foul, catch you all alone where's ya crew now
Bricka bracka firecracker, shish boom ba
Here go Graffiti with that ra-ra-ra
Whole crowd duckin' out like it's all foie gras
Open season keepin' score like it's Fu-Ge-La
Pop the tape deck quick, put ya life on pause
Pull the heat bring relief like a Salonpas
My whole team standin tall, brody how bout yours
I'm Oldboy pullin hammers hanging out in the hall
While ya homie stay slippin, simpin' on a mission
I'll be O.J. Simpson with the knife right out the kitchen
Xkwist come through with the surgical precision
And Ab is like Zidane keep the head knockers kickin
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup
And climb a mountain of proof
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
From the sound of the loop we found the fountain of youth
Same in the booth as when we're out on the stoop
Count and recoup and climb a mountain of proof
We still with this
Foundation to build bridges
Life over death not claiming to fill ditches
So many flows I spill liquids
Homage to the Mecca taking a pilgrimage
Full speed this us the real scrimmage
Ill written politic'ing like Bill Clinton
Charm like Ted Bundy but I don't kill women
That's feminism not pill slipping I'm still hitting
Gimmie the meal ticket or in a minute
I'm the creature in A Quiet Place, hear the thing clickin'
Come upside ya face, raw, get ya whole state robbed
Democrats and Republicans be doing 8-balls
In their chambers writing laws, twice as high as LeVar
Keep ya eye on the prize or you'll fry in the car
Hotter than a summer in the project walls
You Hans Gruber, you surprised that you really could fall
They call it old man they be doubting the truth
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Tim Sullivan, Jason Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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