Principle Of The New School Songtext / Lyric

I got the gift of gab

To lift and grab

The mic

And recite hype rhymes

That'll rip and rag

And drag

A fag MC

Who likes to nag a lot

And brag a lot

Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot

Step to this and get lit like a candle troop

Rhymes I up, MCs I cook up

Like Campbell's Soup

I throw rhymes like a quarterback

Front and you'll get bust an' dust and crushed

Bum rushed and all of that

Rhymes never sound whack

'Cause I got 'em down pat

Your rulin' time is over

So gimme your crown jack

I get hype fast

And MCs might last

A minute with me

Because their rhymes are light as

A feather

And mines are heavy like a big brick

Rappers catch a fit quick

When I start to kick shit

And I record my battles on a camcorder

So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter

MCs that tried to get wit' me hops

That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box

The crown is still mine 'cause I kick ill rhymes

A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time

Or beat eggs or whip cream

I'm smoother than Vaseline

And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend

A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool

'Cause I'm the principal of the new school



I recite hype rhymes that shine like rainbows

I pick up the microphone and play MCs like game shows

And suckas are coppin' pleas while I'm clockin' gs

Try stoppin' these, lyrics nigga please

Cause my rhymes are ill like a kid with a bad cold

Your style is mad old, you're small as a tadpole

This is a giant here, an MC rap pioneer

Before you battle me chief, go throw on your riot gear

I'm hardcore, comin' outta wars jus' barely bruised

Makin' MCs go on strike like the daily news

But there aren't gonna be any comebacks

Sayin' them bum raps, your lyrics are dumb whack

I wreck shows and explode like a landmine

'Cause L kicks the deadliest shit known to mankind

Front on me, you'll be history like last week

'Cause rappers be frontin' hard and booty like ass cheeks

I'm hotter than Florida

I gets raw with a, mic

Slammin' niggas like the Ultimate Warrior

The subject, the predicate

L kicks better shit

Couldn't get passed me if your homeboy set a pick

Try to play me out like a cub scout

Better get the fuck out, my face

Or get placed, in a casket

It'll be a tragic, incident

What a coincidence

My rhymes are infinite

Like math

And I go to work in a suit fool

'Cause I'm the principal of the new school



Every time that I pick up a mic I see you steppin'

'Cause you want no parts of the L

Hear the sound of my voice, ya start bitin' your fingernails

'Cause you're petro, and my lyrics are death so

Could you win a battle against me? Heck no

I just cruise and get smooth on the rap tip

Go ahead, bite my lyrics and get a fat lip

Or a broken jaw, you'll get more than a beatin' troop

Fuck around you'll be eatin' soup

'Cause I'm a brother who likes to party hard

Nice with my hands so I don't need a bodyguard

MCs be walkin' the streets jus' col' frontin'

Step to this and get beat like you stole somethin'

'Cause I'm not the man to be step to

I won't let you, ruin my repu-tation

Across the whole nation

Rappers that be basin' I'm choppin' like Jason

I kick so much flavor you should call me the flavor man

Here, take my autograph 'cause you're a major fan

Of the L, 'cause you like the way I'm kickin' flavor

Hot as an oven but cool as a refrigerator

MCs be bitin' my lyrics like a stone thief

Believe me chief, you want no beef

So give those lyrics back, to the right owner

Or get beat until ya fall in a coma

And physical contact, you don't want that

So gimme what's mine and there'll be no harm jack

'Cause where I'm from we don't like that thief shit

And I'm the last rapper who you wanna beef wit'

'Cause chumps I overrule

I'm invincible and the principal of the new school