Radio Killed the Hip Hop Star - 90's Flow

Open up my eyes, already blessed for the day
Turn on the radio, let me hear what they play
Got Hot 97 heavy on rotation
Call the homie quick, make sure he made it to probation
Lace up the Tims, black hat to match the shirt
Grey sweats lookin' fresh, mom's mad it ain't a skirt
Dedicate that Pac joint, damn don't you know
No one else could come first but I'm headed out the door
Gotta hit up the block, see who down to shoot roc
Roll an L on the way, cop batteries for the boombox
Catch up with my set, ayo Cas, hit the store
Couple 40s in the bag, later on we'll get more
Milk crates posted up, cee-lo games bettin' quarters
Stashin' bricks within the bricks before 12 turn the corner
Damn, what a life but it's all I ever knew
This that 90's flow, light a bogie with your brew homie
Yo remember back in the day when cats used to rap hard
They used to actually spit that shit
And it was like mmm....I'm gon' rip these bars
Ayo DT...I want you to talk to them like...yeah
Let's get'em homie
Got up in the morning and I blast the stereo
I was hearin' Dr. Dre now I'm rollin' up the medical
Let it go, severed soul, flowin' off the metronome
Got it from the jump, like I'm playin' ball with Stephan though
I fuck with Wu-Tang and you know I got the method bro
They taught me always get the cream and never leave your neck exposed
You see how I'm rockin' I kill it with the Evenflow
I fuck with Big L but I fuck with Eddie Vedder though
Fuck school, they said my balance wasn't chemical
Now I'm just a scientist, flowin' off the metrics though
A scientist with words, went from rhymin' in the church
Now I'm risin' from the dirt for all the times that I've been hurt
Shout out to my pops, he's the reason that I'm on stage
You don't know the feelings that I get when my mom sings
She's an angel and she flew cause she's got wings
And that's something that she nose like a Pac ring

Written by:
Tanysha Soulia, William Leahy

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