The '90's Are Back

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]

Ayo, this yo' boy Sticky Fingaz

Onyx in the muthafuckin' buildin', brrrrat

SnowGoonS

We bringin' back the mothafuckin' '90's, nigguh!

[Verse 1: O.C.]

Yeah, I'm from a time period where the name originated

In the '90's when every group was solo had they own flows (Uh)

For each album in its store set its own bar

The golden era for me's only a metaphor

I'm timeless so it's far from outdated (Uh-huh)

My words to the game appreciates with value

Same as a Basquiat (ahh), flows are abstract

I'm quite sure no other era will surpass that (Ahhwoo)

[Verse 2: DoItAll]

Microphone booth anthem handle 'em (Yeah)

Turntable, SnowGoonS, mandolin (Uh-huh!)

Big shoes, Amtraks, trampoline (Jump up!)

Pussy ass niggas need a ambulance (Ambulance)

DoItAll body features like movie theaters (Woo)

Like a teacher from the bleachers, I can barely read ya

This is Hip Hop, moafucka (Hip Hop), we barely need ya

2-11 law gang, bitch, that's ether!

[Verse 3: U.G.]

Uh, yeah, Lyricist Lounge alumni

My tongue fly like a guillotine, killin' yo' team

The Milly scream like priya on fiyah

Livewire lives expire, lines is lava, uh

Spine divider, '90's rhymer, who's greater?

You rhyme like a 4th grader, I, torch papers

And talk the greatest, I walk with the eighth arc Caesar

I blow a hole through your speaker, and spit ether, uh

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]

This is for my B-boys that only do the 2 Steps

When you hear my voice, niggas be like, "Who's that"?!

Got no choice but you fuckas better move back

Pointin' a finger at me, you wanna lose that?

Fuck givin' you dap, y'all niggas dulap

I'm drinkin' Blue Black listenin' to Boom Bap

Wanna get yo' goons clapped, keep it up, might do that

Talkin' shit get you slapped, nigga thought you knew that

[Verse 5: Dres]

It's the Black Sheep Dres

Listen

Gimme a reason, watch me easin', it's the season of the vic

Hated, I'm penetratin' like a lubricated dick

Dictionary, dictionate, hate yo' ass, I'mma show

If you listenin', I'm glistenin', illuminatin' glow

This is just a lil' somethin', so you can always come in

I got, just wait yo' buttin', I come to push the button

No need for frontin', soldier, I represent the culture

I hope somebody told ya, I hate to flip the folder, game over

I'm tellin' you cats remain sober

Beyond the Lamborghini, dog's outta yo' Range Rover

From in and out, I keep the cabben? pal

Any street any beat, watch me eat the same chowder

This ain't no room so every summer the SnowGoonS make it hurt

When I give 'em dessert with no spoon

Dres forever flammable and cannabis in cannibals

An essence all it takes is yo' presence to feed the animals

[Verse 6: Nine IX]

All I'm tryin' to get our point across we just aim different

Can't say the '90's without, puttin' my name in it

Nine Lives, Cloud 9, I put rain in it

Shit get popped out a couple me soon as I came in it

A lotta rappers want my style like a overcoat

I won't even brag no more, I'mma overgloat

Niggas know me when they hear me, this ain't mumble rap

All these new niggas is ass and that's the real trap

[Verse 7: Sonny Seeza]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bust through the door, '93, we in raw

Rippin', hittin', makin' mosh pits from a dancefloor (Uh)

Raw, now shoot us with this Nessie

Member DJ's throwin' while I'm stylin' on them Technics

Come try to compete but we will still smashin' 'em

Goin' in crazy then them plaques became platinum

I love the '90's, but some of it was FUCKED

Got some fam lost life and my brother got LUCKED

[Verse 8: Ras Kass]

Who you rhyme like, you sound like my favorite rapper

I rap like myself Ras Kass your favorite rapper

If you rap like who I like then I don't like you

You a sucka MC, buddy, shame on you

True, ODB, get wild on a nigga

Like fashion week catwalk in style on a nigga

SnowGoonin', I might write in on a tun-tun

Luke Skywalker lightsaber in my Sean John's

Fuckin' moolie pay through my bon-bons

Blue black sample albino was Krondon (Woo)

Fuck you, this that '90's shit

We rider on rhymes and keep it grimy, bitch

And I spit more English than a London Brit

Find me behind the lines stick 'em ups, timey shit

[Verse 9: Psycho Les]

Yo, I'm in a '90's mood (Uh-huh)

40 ounce to wash down the Chinese food (That's right)

Rollin' out somethin', we 'bout to blaze all that (Like that)

My raps hit harder than a baseball bat (Brrah)

I'm a stone killer on the mic, constructin' murder (Toma)

Jeans saggin' rockin' Timbs like a construction worker (Woo)

Stomp you out on the street like we don't care (We don't care)

Take yo' wallet out yo' pocket, and leave you there, mothafucka (Leave you there, leave you there, leave you there)