Verse 1

Amanda Bynes-minded, throwin' off the Earth alignment
All That with a pen and pad, my first assignment
time machine travel to the Feel Me Flow era
gold ropes, and trust I don't choke an on-stage terror
MCMXC, M-A-Y 3rd
every track is major league, verses pop, a fly third
Mossberg, pumpin' out the b-boy and breakdance
type of music, it's fresh, def and other fly words
remember high, top fades, and the finger waves
bad boys smokin' blacks, pre-Wiz Khalifa days
beats blazed just, in a different way, plus
lyricism was an art, and better singers raised up, uh
house parties all the ladies sweatin' Keith
or traffic, niggas bumpin' New Edition out the Jeep
or, Big Willie Style on the radio wit L Boogie
Kani jackets wit the J's up on the feet
my, favorite R&B singers, R. Kelly, Usher, Joe
favorite rappers: Escobar, Jigga, and the R. so
my bars flow, counter-typical, like the Amazon, original
themes and my passion make it visceral
...nigga, the only one that you gon' listen to tellin'
hella stories droppin' bars like a prison do, felon
locked up for assaultin' my oppposition
but I plead insanity, can't help it, it's my condition
I'm ill... yeugh!


Verse 2

Bout to be 23, do the math
I was born in that MCMXC, then take off the last three
huh, you thought that you was bad
moonwalkin' on niggas' self-esteem, smooth committin' felonies
this game ain't got no referees, earnin' my stripes tho
call me The Concept, or that spitter wit the nice flow
thinkin' a nigga might blow, up with the right push
the wrath of caine, no malice but I'm a psycho
n wherever my Nikes go, criticism'll follow
givin' you Mrs. Pacmans plenty of shit to swallow
talkin' bout you gon' pull out ya straps, n pop a hollow
man I doubt it, niggas gettin' they courage from a bottle bro
call this moscato flow, 'cause this beat gross
satisfied wit' nothin', y'all niggas be deep throatin'
celebrities, honestly, ain't too many on my level
fuck the fame, cause I'll never compromise or settle
heavy metal when I rock a fan mid-sentence
12 rounds, liftin' heavy weights like gym fitness
spread sickness, catch fever wit the quickness
commit, serial murder no protectin' the witness
I decided to take a trip, back to the era
of the windbreakers wit the Timbalands,
by puttin' Simba hands on a dyin' craft,
Them hyenas laughin', but say I ain't killin' it, n youza lyin' ass
I'm that one rapper you thought you had figured, right
thinkin' I got the stayin' power of Vanilla Ice
all that themed shit, talkin' bout ya dreams shit
that's played out, until ya friends sayin' man that nigga nice
had to open with a monster,
odd couplin', like Sammy Davis and Sinatra
Dean Martin Lawrence brought me up
then the Fresh Prince closed it out
every verse I leave a hater wit an open mouth
next nigga


Verse 3

...take y'all back real quick, down memory lane

Uh...uh... reminisce wit' me, yeah

I'm feelin' like a, old timer nowadays
youngins obsessin' over J's
y'all niggas ain't never seen him play
sayin' all of the shit my parents don't want me to say
because I'm fed up, and the revolution's in my DNA
Born in the very beginnin', May of 1990 wit'
no spoons of silver, no big crib or designer shit
back when watchin' Nick was as common as windbreakers
predominately ballin', I wanted to be a Laker
was raised with all three MJs, bumpin' old school
BBD to Jodeci, high tops was so cool
Walkmans, in my pocket, to school I walked man
girls playin' hopscotch, jumpin' to where the chalk land
buzzin', watchin' Kenan & Kel, Amanda Bynes
Hey Arnold, Dexter's Lab, fuck an Adventure Time
used to be a skinny kid wit dreams of bein' bigger
God gave me a weapon, I finally pulled the trigger
wit a, LL voice, flow is on some Escobar
Rakim inspired me to greatness, often I debate this,
whether the 90s is on top,
ignorin' all the "yes yes y'all's" and "don't stops"
but ultimately gotta say my childhood was (ALL THAT)
this bullshit on the radio ain't (ALL THAT)
I finally made a tape to talk about (ALL THAT)
so sit tight y'all, it's comin' right at chaaa