[Chris Lowe]

Shoo-wop shu-wow, bring back the old style

of eighty-three, a part of me y'all don't see

I woke up this mornin and I blessed my life

Blessed the beats, struggled to my strife

Then figured it out, the Lowe don't slack

Lookin in the mirror sayin - damn, glad I'm black

The greatest discovery I once first found

Yeah run it in the ground, punk Lowe so bound

And I don't care what you freestylin about

With money all up in my pockets {niggaz} runnin they mouth

But free {shit} talk {that shit} to me, we gon' see

The big breakdown, {niggaz} is outta gas G

I used to cut the record down to the bone

Now they got me hurtin this microphone

You slipped up once, you slipped up twice

Give up them records and the mic device



[Chorus]

I see rap goin round and round (round and round)

Rap goin round and round (round and round)

Rap goin round and round (round and round)

Rap goin round and round (round and round)



[Chris Lowe]

Too hot to trot, too old to get cold

Blast beats, 'til I got y'all losin control

Chris Lowe, kinda like I'm crackin ya code

At last, blast with a whole lotta soul

It's hot, even though you may think not

Who that scary cat tryin to block my shot?

For what I'm in the cut like I can't come out

to bust down the back door like {?} did shout

Told y'all {niggaz} I'm last to fold y'all

One man street team, the ill street soldier

So bust this like we in it at 6

And snatch off his ice chain with a slick mix

You the best DJ with mad fly tricks

You got the kinda style they just don't fix

You got the kinda style they just don't fix

You got the kinda style they just don't fix



[Chorus]



[Chris Lowe]

Yeah I seen it before, it happened just like this

The legends, be comin back from out the midst

They be hauntin the game, things ain't the same

Y'all know the {niggaz} that was real at first, they done changed

over the years, I still got my ears

See the same old re-rocked ideas

Stop, hold up, I'm back in time

My future was yesterday, the best came to play

For y'all the fans, feel free, clap your hands

A {nigga} stand still in a b-boy stance

And take this here, cause you can play it ten years from now

Rap goin round and round



[Chorus x2]