Back to the 90s
Future Flava

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm spittin' rhymes, like I'm fresh out the cassette,
Rewind the time, with a verbal cigarette,
Flippin’ rhymes slicker than a ‘90s tape deck,
Call me fresh Prince, but I ain’t takin' no neglect.

Baggy jeans, and my sneakers untied,
Ridin' on this beat like the 2Pac ride,
Cuz we’re bringin’ it back, Man, you better recognize,
With a flow so cold, I make the winter cry.

MTV’s rockin’ with the TRL vibes,
Dancin’ like it's '99, livin’ life deprived,
Sippin' on my Surge, watchin' Nick at Nite,
But now it’s all TikTok, man, this just ain’t right.

Got the spirit of Biggie, and a dash of Jay,
Makin' money moves like it’s real estate,
Wit so sharp, cut sharp as a switchblade,
Now we're spittin’ hot facts—no charades, no charades.

[Chorus]
90s nostalgia, it’s the vibe of the year,
Breakin’ down the walls, no need for fear,
With a mic in hand, I'm spittin' it clear,
Back to the 90s, let’s shift the gear.

[Verse 2]
Record stores stocked, with the flick of a wrist,
Rap battles in alleys, and we’d never miss,
We’d drop bars so heavy, they’d shatter this silence,
With metaphors so dense, I’m the lyrical violence.

Piece of gum on the sidewalk, feel that stick,
Flow so hard, it’s like a full-on brick,
Call me your dealer, I'm servin' up this hit,
No clowns in my circle, I'm legit, I'm legit.

With a dial-up modem, we had patience extreme,
Not just a meme, we were livin’ supreme,
Wearin' windbreakers, while we skateboard with dreams,
Refillin' those beepers – we were the cream.

Cuz it’s more than just rhymes, we brought the whole culture,
From house parties loud, to the boom-box vulture,
Tellin' you, chillin' wasn’t a phase, it’s a stance,
With a freestyle fierceness, we were takin' our chance.

[Chorus]
90s nostalgia, it’s the vibe of the year,
Breakin’ down the walls, no need for fear,
With a mic in hand, I'm spittin' it clear,
Back to the 90s, let’s shift the gear.

[Verse 3]
Dude, I’m flossy like I’m sportin' my nair,
Fresh like the air, with my flannel laid bare,
Chillin' with my squad, sunshine and despair,
But we livin’ for the moment with that 90s flair.

Rugrats in the background, sippin' my juice,
If it ain't real rap, you can miss me with that spruced,
Life’s a sitcom, laughin’ with the crew,
Dave Chappelle’s laugh, and the streets that we knew.

Sunday’s for the block, BBQ flames,
While the TV screens blare out the names,
Cosby Show wisdom, we’re spittin’ the same,
But now we break chains, man, it’s never the same.

'Cause I’m vibin’ in the booth, with my soul on the line,
Watch me shine, leavin' these imitators blind,
Go full throttle, ain't no need to resign,
Cuz we bringing that heat; it’s a matter of time.

[Chorus]
90s nostalgia, it’s the vibe of the year,
Breakin’ down the walls, no need for fear,
With a mic in hand, I'm spittin' it clear,
Back to the 90s, let’s shift the gear.

[Outro]
So here’s the story, from the block to the fame,
If you don't feel the vibe, you ain't playin' the game,
We’re rappin' hard truths, no glitter, no shame,
Back to the 90s, remember my name.