90s Again by Mykel Hawk Lyrics
This boom bap hip hop goon rap shit talk
Assume that clip stocked shoot back quick shot
I spit hot bars my cadence colossal
You owe us then pay us cause we impatient and hostile
You complacent and docile my inclinations are awful
Giving models and maidens indentations on they tonsils
Words like the gospels my parables heavy
MC’s got propensities for terrible envy
Trendy rappers are plenty not many sounding they own
They say the same stupid shit in that same stupid tone
Gone binging on medicine Xanax and perkies
Look like skin on a skeleton in a feminine fur piece
Man, I come from an era where every word every letter
Had better come from ya pen and men don’t wear mascara
Then share a pic like they G’s throwing signs with the blick
Low key on their knees snorting lines off a dick
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again
There was a time that anybody who could rhyme was getting signed
And the people at the labels paid no mind into the lines
Of the message rappers had they just thought it was a fad
Hip-Hop was in demand sell some records while they can
Understanding not a damn thing in the lyrics they believed
That all these rappers were just chanting disco dancing to the beats
With the labels cashing in the lyrics started to advance
The popularity expanding up the charts it’s climbing fast
Ghetto blasting in the projects the youth all had it playing
They started paying close attention to what the rappers all were saying
Quickly recognized it wasn’t simply words and beats beneath the
Chains and sneakers they disguised as rappers but they all were teachers
Told the kids to reach for intellect, self-respect and warned ‘em
Of the beast that pulls the strings in every sect in every corner
The schism in the system and the ways it keeps us blind
The labels knew this type of wisdom would disrupt their whole design
So the execs devised a way that they could cripple their predicament
Financing only those with flows that’s simple, dim and ignorant
They deliberately stifled the voice of the truth
And created new idols to poison the youth
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again
For decades they had it all rigged up like the Emmys
Many songs hit it big and when they did it they paid pennies
An artist go platinum he still got holes in his Nikes
While the label owner bagging him a Rolls for his wife
Cause dude sold him a breeze convinced he agrees
Now he all around owned 360 degrees
These fat cats lived it up until a digital bomb
Was manufactured in a basement by a kid named Sean
With a lawn and nice home no plans for the future
But was drawn to write code and liked to program computers
Sean was fond of music but not enough to go buy it
He had an idea not used yet thought might as well try it
When he launched it the labels saw their profits start dropping
Confused cause their stable of pop hits were chartin’
But people stopped shopping and overnight it imploded
Why would anyone buy it when it's free to download it
They moved to oppose it but the gate had been opened
As soon as one site closed another eight of ‘em opened
He took a dynasty down with a Mac in an hour
That’s how piracy now put us back into power
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again
Assume that clip stocked shoot back quick shot
I spit hot bars my cadence colossal
You owe us then pay us cause we impatient and hostile
You complacent and docile my inclinations are awful
Giving models and maidens indentations on they tonsils
Words like the gospels my parables heavy
MC’s got propensities for terrible envy
Trendy rappers are plenty not many sounding they own
They say the same stupid shit in that same stupid tone
Gone binging on medicine Xanax and perkies
Look like skin on a skeleton in a feminine fur piece
Man, I come from an era where every word every letter
Had better come from ya pen and men don’t wear mascara
Then share a pic like they G’s throwing signs with the blick
Low key on their knees snorting lines off a dick
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again
There was a time that anybody who could rhyme was getting signed
And the people at the labels paid no mind into the lines
Of the message rappers had they just thought it was a fad
Hip-Hop was in demand sell some records while they can
Understanding not a damn thing in the lyrics they believed
That all these rappers were just chanting disco dancing to the beats
With the labels cashing in the lyrics started to advance
The popularity expanding up the charts it’s climbing fast
Ghetto blasting in the projects the youth all had it playing
They started paying close attention to what the rappers all were saying
Quickly recognized it wasn’t simply words and beats beneath the
Chains and sneakers they disguised as rappers but they all were teachers
Told the kids to reach for intellect, self-respect and warned ‘em
Of the beast that pulls the strings in every sect in every corner
The schism in the system and the ways it keeps us blind
The labels knew this type of wisdom would disrupt their whole design
So the execs devised a way that they could cripple their predicament
Financing only those with flows that’s simple, dim and ignorant
They deliberately stifled the voice of the truth
And created new idols to poison the youth
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again
For decades they had it all rigged up like the Emmys
Many songs hit it big and when they did it they paid pennies
An artist go platinum he still got holes in his Nikes
While the label owner bagging him a Rolls for his wife
Cause dude sold him a breeze convinced he agrees
Now he all around owned 360 degrees
These fat cats lived it up until a digital bomb
Was manufactured in a basement by a kid named Sean
With a lawn and nice home no plans for the future
But was drawn to write code and liked to program computers
Sean was fond of music but not enough to go buy it
He had an idea not used yet thought might as well try it
When he launched it the labels saw their profits start dropping
Confused cause their stable of pop hits were chartin’
But people stopped shopping and overnight it imploded
Why would anyone buy it when it's free to download it
They moved to oppose it but the gate had been opened
As soon as one site closed another eight of ‘em opened
He took a dynasty down with a Mac in an hour
That’s how piracy now put us back into power
How many of us remain how many emcees amongst us
Who steeped in the customs of Hip-Hop with substance
Integrity, energy, innovative, creative
I feel like Imma forever be monumentally jaded
We’re standing on the shoulders of the mightiest men
The industry has fallen so it’s time we begin
To close the independent loop before they find it again
And bring the artistry back like it’s the 90’s again