Lyrics Ol' School - Ellect

I'm better than I been
But I gotta get where I'm going
It's your President Ellect
And yes I'm always steady flowing

Steady growing to another level
Right to a higher height
Never take for granted that I do it for the higher light

That's why I stay patient
Light one up and Learn, Cool Js every day
Are what my soul yearns
Mama said knock it out, but no I'll never
I'm too clever
If you don't like it, "Kronk pull the lever!"

I'm never falling down, I'm steady getting up
I leveled up, so all you haters
Can just get the f*ck out of my way
Don't know what to say!
Got so many things up on my plate
That's why I always stay paid

I'm focused on the mission
And you know this shit was written
And I made the beat I'm rippin
Now that really got you trippin
Cuz nothin was given

So I had to f*ckin make it
I had to up and take you back
To the foundation

Everybody wanna talk about the ol' school
Reminiscing like a good plate of soul food

Kangols, Cazals, and truck gold too
Shelltoes, well known 'round the globe fool

Ain't nobody gon' forget about the ol' school
Not as long as I be reppin' wit my whole crew

Zulu Nation, we created what you all knew
As Hip-Hop. We can't stop, we're so cool

Hip-Hop is more important than you know
It's my goal to make you see it
Cuz you gotta grow

Designed the flow
To reconnect and realign
Chopped it up a little bit, so you can see in real time

How I move my mind, like chess
And yes, I'm living my best life
Guessing my next move will leave you steady vexed

So what you want from the young professor?
I'll make you decypher my nomenclature, when I spit a lecture
I'm going on record as the Big Chief Rocka
You be clutchin' ya chest, you can't chief with the doctor

I smoke top shelf, word to my cousin
Cookies with the Lemoncello will get you buzzin
I'm tokin' a dozen... Like twelve blacks in the 'burbs
In college, my knowledge: A backpack full of herb

I run the game like Cyril DeGrasse (Tyson!)
OG been in my blood
Way before all the gas

Everybody wanna talk about the ol' school
Reminiscing like a good plate of soul food

Kangols, Cazals, and truck gold too
Shelltoes, well known 'round the globe fool

Ain't nobody gon' forget about the ol' school
Not as long as I be reppin' wit my whole crew

Zulu Nation, we created what you all knew
As Hip-Hop. We can't stop, we're so cool