Anno Domini Beats - 90's Baby lyrics

I'm a 90's Baby Swagger Crazy Smoke Got Me Feeling Hazy Cuz I Put in work while yall other naggers feeling lazy On My Grown Man So These Little Things don't phase me, Cuz I'm a Heart breaker that's Why these girls chase me, Master in the kitchen cuz I'm always using Bay leaf, So Bow down to the king better obey me, When I spit I leave Earthquakes like Haiti Hating n***as will get plucked like a daisy Rap Machine, Stacking Green, No Reason To Be Mad At Me, cuz I Put in Work And I Just Flip It Like A Magazine,Cuz When I Spit I Leave The Whole Scene In A Tragedy, And I Can Spit Like This For Days No Caffeine, My Flow Hot Somebody Bring Me A Canteen, Grown Man Cooking Up No Kid Cuisine, All about the cash the cream you know you dig me They call me Bizz For a reason so don't be mad if I intervene See I'm just me, born in 1993 flow like a faucet bars like a Penitentiary, they feeling me respecting me, Lames just slept on me And I'm a go hard even if labels rejecting me, or neglecting me, hand Cuff I got the key, They mad cuz I got more buzz then a bumble bee, I Rumble thee Crumble he, never see me stumble bee, always stay calm Cool yes I'm so humble bee But you in trouble be, Dropping like a fumble bee but I'm a keep it on The low and just mumble bee I put in work so these labels just invest in me And I'm a snip em out quick like a vasectomy Been blessed with these rhymes every since elementary, maybe that's The reason your girlfriends obsessed wit me She digging that I'm feeling that, now I'm bouts to bring it back Then she break me off a piece...of that Kit-Kat And I bet that I'm a legend in the making And this rap game is mine...for the taking And I'm embracing every move without patience Spitting lyrical bars while these lames faking So stop hating I just do it cuz I love it And keep it real you just do it for the 100's And I ain't on your level I'm just above it And you can take your mediocre rhymes and just shove it (Jaguar sound) Hip-Hop is my life, its been a struggle, been a Mission, been a fight, Despite any hater take my shine,cuz I'm married To the game Hip-Hop is my wife But I...Take the mic and bless it with my greatness Serving all you fake rappers something like a waitress I keep it moving you ducking like the matrix Fashionable guy you can tell by my lateness That I'm a true spitta, go getta, no quitter, Bars ripping through your Skin something like a splinter, And I'm a beast homie you just a Critter, and every time I step in the booth I just Deliver.....And I Ain't talking bout the pizza man And you mad cuz your girlfriends on the band...Bandwagon,Always see My pants saggin,and I'm bragging cuz I'm stacking and you lacking So Get packing your time is up my time is now Cuzz I got them real connects something like a uni brow, you disallow I disaprove,Spit it so critical, Got love for the rap game Unconditional, political, criminal, spitting them symblimonals, and I Don't handcuff these birds I just hit and go, give and go, you should Know, that I'm gone get it yo ,And I'mma gunna bounce back something yo-yo I'm Hot you So-So, Hitchu With a Low blow, and I'm too fast for you Haters yall slowpokes, I get dough you stay broke homie that ain't no Joke, ain't if you tryna test me homie that's a No-No For show yo I spit crack,homie better sit back, gotcha girlfriend all Over my 6-Pack,She Dig that I'm wit that, Never contradict that Punchlines Deadly you could call Mortal Kombat A Visionary when I spit it Married to game I'm so committed A-Dogs On, Bean town Fitted This is my life I'm damn sure gon live it Every line that you write I been spit it Every girl that you wit I been hit it Anything that you done I been did it A Message To You Fake Rappers "Yall Finished" Written By: Jabaar “J-Bizz” Archie-Smith