The Nineties - Funky DL

Blast, just like NASA but fueled with the Jazz

Here to harass, come to shatter like glass

One time for your mind, touch it to the top rewind

Now it’s time to drop B-line

Step to the track like «What's up with that?»

I be coming with it, bring the boom to the bap, bring it back

Duffle coat, knapsack, baseball cap

Sitting on a stoop, dudes chilling in the back

This is old school rap — «STOP!»

nah, don’t do that!

Got a reputation for being a cool cat

CDs records and tapes we move that, true that

Don’t be trying to please all these other MCs

Trojan attack, kidnap then we seize

Minorities bless beats like these

It’s the realness like back in the nineties

Now I come with this and you come with that

I bump the rhyme so that you bump the track

No guarantee we leave your speakers in tact, get smacked

Take the beat out, bring it back, impact

Blackcurrent Jazz V2, back from the dead like the new T2

Hip-hop resurrection and we do tip top beat selection so we rule

'Cause times is tough and it’s only getting tougher

So I make my music for my peoples who suffer

Every single time there’s something new to discover

So the B-Boys, roughnecks, hoodlums love us

Stay true to my roots, my musical youth

Original suede Tim boots all the way up to the plain white tees

Hip-hop represent from the nineties

Back to the matters at hand, man

Got the blueprint to expand plans

Wreck the party and make grands, damn!

Soldier salute right hand, command respect

One, two, test, mic check

Rappers get brave but they just might step

Into a zone where they test my rep

Illegal aliens don’t bless my set

Make that mistake, break out in a sweat

And hope that nobody possess the cassette

'Cause how it went down is best to forget

Straight to the streets don’t rest for a sec

Hip-hop beats we the best of the best

Expecting critiques, baby, be my guest

But what they say I already know

I been up in this game since the nine zeros