[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]:
Ayo, it's yo' boy Sticky Fingaz, Onyx in the muthafuckin' buildin', brrrrat, SnowGoonS, we bringin' back the mothafuckin' 90s, nigguh!

[Verse 1: O.C.]:
Yeah, I'm from a time period where the name originated
In the 90s when every group was solo had they own flows (Oh)
For each album in its store set it so bar?
The golden era for me's only a metaphor
I'm timeless so it's far from outdated (Uhuh)
My words to the game appreciates with value
Same as a Basquiat, flows are abstract
I'm quite sure no other era will surpass that

[Verse 2: DoItAll]:
Microphone booth anthem handle 'em (Yeah!)
Turntable, SnowGoonS, mandolin (Uhuh!)
Big shoes, Amtraks, trampoline (Jump up!)
Pussy-ass n***as need a ambulance!
DoItAll body features like movie theaters (Oh!)
Like a teacher from the bleachers I can barely reach ya!
This is Hip Hop, moafucka, we barely need ya
2-11 law gang, bitch, that's ether!

[Verse 3: U.G.]:
Uh, yeah, Lyricist Lounge alumni
My tongue fly like a guillotine, killin' yo' team
The Milly scream like priya on fiyah
Livewire lives expire lines is lava, uh
Spine divider, 90s rhymer, who's greater?
You rhyme like a 4th grader I, torch papers
And talk the greatest I walk with the eighth arc Caesar
I blow a hole through your speaker, and spit ether, uh
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]:
This is for my B-boys that only do the 2 steps
When you hear my voice n***as be like "Who's that"?!
Got no choice but you fuckas better move back
Pointin' a finger at me you wanna lose that?
Fuck givin' you dap, y'all n***as dulap
I'm drinkin' Blue Black listenin' to Boom Bap
Wanna get yo' goons clapped, keep it up, might do that
Talkin' shit get you slapped, n***a thought you knew that!

[Verse 5: Dres]:
It's the Black Sheep Dres, listen
Gimme a reason, watch me easin' it's the season of the vic
Hated, I'm penetratin' like a lubricated dick
Dictionary, dictionate, hate yo' ass I'mma show
If you listenin' I'm glistenin' illuminatin' glow
This is just a lil' somethin', so you can always come in
I got just wait yo' buttin', I come to push the button
No need for frontin', soldier, I represent the culture
I hope somebody told ya, I hate to flip the folder, game over
I'm tellin' you cats remain sober!
Beyond the Lamborghini dog's outta yo' Range Rover
From in and out, I keep the cabben? pal
Any street any beat watch me eat the same chowder
This ain't no room so every summer the SnowGoonS make it hurt
When I give 'em dessert with no spoon
Dres forever flammable and cannabis in cannibals
An essence all it takes is yo' presence to feed the animals
[Verse 6: Nine IX]:
All I'm tryin' to get our point across we just aim different
Can't say the 90s without, puttin' my name in it
Nine Lives, 12-9, I put rain in it
Shit get popped out a couple me soon as I came in it
A lotta rappers want my style like a overcoat
I won't even brag no more, I'mma overgloat!
N***as know me when they hear me, this ain't Mumble Rap
All these new n***as is ass and that's the real trap

[Verse 7: Sonny Seeza]:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, watch through the door, '93, we in raw
Rippin', hittin', makin' mosh pits from a dancefloor (Uh!)
Raw, now shoot us with this Nessie
Member DJs throwin' while I'm stylin' on them technics
Come try to compete but we will still smashin' 'em
Goin' in crazy then them plaques became platinum
I love the 90s, but some of it was FUCKED!
Got some fam lost life and my brother got BUCKED!

[Verse 8: Ras Kass]:
Who you rhyme like, you sound like my favorite rapper
I rap like myself Ras Kass your favorite rapper
If you rap like who I like then I don't like you
You a sucka MC, buddy, shame on you!
True, ODB get wild on a n***a
Like fashion week catwalk in style on a n***a
SnowGoonin', I might write in on a tun-tun
Luke Skywalker lightsaber in my Sean John's
Fuckin' moolie pay through my bon-bons
Blue black sample albino was crime don (Woo!)
Fuck you, this that 90s shit
We rider on rhymes and keep it grimy bitch
And I spit more English than a London grin
Find me behind the lines stick 'em ups dimey? shit
[Verse 9: Psycho Les]:
Yo, I'm in a 90s mood (Uh-huh)
40 oz. to wash down the Chinese food (That's right)
Rollin' out some we 'bout to blaze all that (Like that)
My raps hit harder than a baseball bat (Brrah!)
I'm a stone killer on the mic constructin' murder (Toma!)
Jeans saggin' rockin' Timbs like a construction worker (Woo!)
Stomp you out on the street like we don't care
Take yo' wallet out yo' pocket and leave you there (Leave you there, mothafucka, leave you there)