Funky D.L. - The Nineties lyrics

[Verse 1] Blast, just like NASA but fueled with the Jazz Here to hara**, come to shatter like gla** 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 ca**ette '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