Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Charles Simmons, Frank Alstin, Richard Roebuck, Marlon King, Trevor Smith, James Jr Jackson
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Leaders of the New SchoolSyntax Era Lyrics:
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
When it comes to shootouts
Boogie Brown is here don't fear
The clear just step to it. Now I drive
Come alive from the bottom to the top
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop
But? (I know you, and you know me)
C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D
That's deep as I look at all the videos
Wack stage shows, wack page flows
Biters non-rhythm writers. (Example the sample)
It was an age under and a stage back
The girlie's screaming she's having a cardiac
Like epileptic seizures no
Amnesia comatose double dose Anesthesia
Damn. (DAMN) should I say
What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yo
Come do me, it's done or rather should I say it's on
The mental instrumental I continue with
My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of
The East Coast stomp. Fam understand
Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover
(It's just another case) Wow! (Base)
Why is everybody always picking on me
Now let's see our games played
I'm Donkey Kong fat freak the notes
Flip the script run the jewels
(The Leaders Of The New School)
Yet I shine when I rhyme (You know, you know)
Always remember the scenario
Syntax Era
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
For the Harper Valley Pete's sake tea makes
A great ace in a hole
You cheated gold, only sold to who
Was told now trembling remembering
When I timberland and down listen wait
Who's that coming around sounding like that sound
I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win
Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun
I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters
That come from all over the place to trace the base
Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though
Oh no, no more security
Nets straight human casualties
Call for raw regrets in beat societies
Lessons must speak
Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long
Life leaders let loose leading left backs
And misguided youth letting leaks lack
Levels of truth. Look ma' no hands
Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking
Could we be above average not savage
But near newly more duty, more than terror
Peace to my girl
"Whoops? Syntax Era
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
Copy cat do this, do that
Wanna do something ?
Do this
Chicky chaka chubaka
Gitty getty gothca
Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin'
Rugged culture musikal Hip-Hop! I be lovin'
Gimme, gimme, gimme something
Gimme something for nothing
Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you
Hickory, dickory
Hay watch out for the trickery
What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity
Hey Mr. Sneaky-one don't try to read my mind
Just worry about getting yours, because I'm getting mines
Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music
Livin' forever
Whatever, whatever
We live in an era where errors aren't made to
Remain an error, but I think that's kinda better
Understand that word and how you use it
Rap is business music, Hip-Hop is cultural music
Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb
Dance around because you know that we doin' it for fun
Flippin' and trippin'
You little sorry sucker you slippin'
Lay over my lap because I'm gonna
Give you a whippen
Trippin', dippin' and winin'
Stop the damn crying
I don't know what you try! n'
You better stop lyin'
With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better
As I come straight
Check my Syntax Era
Word to God, 1993, shit is solid
We are the L. (What!)
We are the O. (What!)
We are the N. (What!)
We are the S. (What!)
We are the L. (What!)
We are the O. (What!)
We are the N. (What!)
We are the S. (What!)
We are the L. (What!)
We are the O. (What!)
We are the N. (What!)
We are the S. (What!)
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
Lyrics: Syntax Era, Leaders of the New School [end]
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