Shinin Yall - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

«Sunlight shining»

Shining y’all

Buckshot and 9th Wonder

Historical hip hop, it shine on that

Blind to the fact what this rap shit brought

To you and yours

How many doors got opened?

How many kids sat in front of they stereo’s hoping?

To get a shot one day

Now it’s like the game just won’t wait

MC’s get walked on like runways

And no type of fashion involved

Remember those days when you was asking your dawg

«When the next BCC drop?»

We need props and Arafat work on that while biters eavesdrop

Please stop

Before we leave MC’s hauling ass

Me and my team shine the big ball of gas

All y’all ass like Jack like back, why you fronting?

Them cowards afraid to try something

New Buckshot and 9th bring the real out

Cause I shine, you shine, The Formula spills out

Yo, who you rhyme for?

I shine for this MC shit

Lyrics labelled as abominable spit

This is hip hop

Study a verse over cracked pavement

Try to relax but I’m past patience

Pierce hearts like bow and arrow

And I shine/Shyne behind bars Jamal Barrow

You lyrical how?

Go to war for this hip hop seminal style

Ya clones like clinical cows

Face gripping a frown

Master the fact that you cats ain’t real

So I shine like the glare on the steel

No killer

100% hip hop with no filler

Dummy smack you funny cats like Ben Stiller

Me and Arafat remind you of days

Like in '93 Enter Da Stage

Pen pressing the page

For the veterans, I sharpen my blade

Wrecking these mics for minimum wage

But I shine

Fresh

Something like grapes from the vine

Ask yourself, who fucking with mine?

Not a soul

I used to see the black clouds, cover my background

From all of the bullshit, so this is how I act now

Yup, I calmed down

A whole lot

I used to be a wild little nigga a whole lot but oh not

I see my future

And yeah, it’s looking real bright

I’m Sunshine Edison, I got my men and 'em so now I feel right

Like Chappelle, I see darkness spreading

So whenever you come around, that’s the part when I’m jetting

No more stressing

All I see is the light in the sky

Then I

Crack the window, let it right in my ride

Then I

Lean back and put the seat on recline

The beat on rewind

The cell on decline

I-95 just to find that lah

Head back to NY

Get high with pure profit

Stop it

You don’t want me to shine

I know it’s hard to see me have a hell of a time

But look

Be easy and let the sunshine come in

Cause when the po po come in, they bust the 1−9 in

It’s over