Get Off My Lawn

Yo remember them songs with dope raps
I miss that and phones with no apps
And now we got news with no facts
And melting snow caps
And a growing class gap

You with me… then throw a slow clap
I miss sampling without the blow back
Head nods and toe taps
And rap with no trap
Celebs with no paps

Im talking razzi, not smear
You won't find no poppycock here
No kale flavored lolly pops dear
This shits gotta stop and its gotta stop here

Im not an asshole… its just how im drawn
Give me the finger if im wrong
Stomp on my grave when im gone
But first get these kids the fuck of my lawn

Get the fuck off my lawn x4

Yo remember when clubs were unsafe
But great like finding drum breaks
And when mixtapes were tapes
And backs break carrying wax plates in crates

You with me put your fist toward space
Another old man, old bones, old aches
Too proud to admit the mistakes
But not too proud to yell at these kids and their ways

Waste not want not when it comes to time
You get one life, I'm loving mine
But you trespass? It's a fucking crime
And get your own lawn and stay off of mine

Im not an asshole… its just how im drawn
Give me the finger if im wrong
Stomp on my grave when im gone
But first get these kids the fuck of my lawn

Get the fuck off my lawn x4