1995

Ft. Jon Connor [Maffew Ragazino] Every time he go, he go in like he on Stretch & Bobbito Circa 93' flow This rap shit is but a free throw, well ease how I paint portraits, no easel The word play so lethal as cold as Andre with a Kanye ego I'm the antidote, even your mama knows But common sense ain't common amongst common folks Food for thought, main entrée But they want microwaveable shit with paper plates No cosign, no payola, all that shit is fake luv, Angel Lola And Shawty is cute, I ain't trying to diss I mean she give me the pussy I prolly hit Frankie Cutlass wasn't lying about the politics It's all bullshit, vote republican Donkey or elephant, I'll tighten my belt before I sell out for my relevance And fame and money and all those other perks that come with it That's why still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5 And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5 And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5 And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5, right [Maffew Ragazino] What would have happened if Aaliyah would have flew alone? Or if Makavelli (Machiavelli) really truly had a clone? Or if Big Poppa would have stayed his ass at home? How far could that coast rivalry really gone? Hypnotize Remix with 2pac on it Pardon my idle mind, I know I'm really zoning Whenever you in Rome, they say do as the the Romans But the industries roam and I'm doing my own shit Stepping on toes along the way, like fuck it I meant it You ain't gotta pardon me, like I'm Forte Seekin refuge, we want our reparations but they refuse Over your head ain't it, I'm just putting a little paint where it ain't at Walking the plank damn it with the waters that are sharks infested I stand the test of time every single time that I'm tested An empty bottle of cognac with a message, inside of it Some of ya will get it, but it's obvious that a lot of ya'll prolly won't And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5 And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5 And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5, right [Jon Connor] It's Jon Connor, yo This shit is gorgeous I kill it I'm morbid The flow is wet, I spit it, it's pouring You niggas absorb it the flow is dope As cuban imported I'm coke when recording Yes this is straight raw, and you spitting that Norbit Whether they, shoot it or snort it I send they brain into orbit How could a flow this sick be just the doctor ordered Look, before I sell out, I bail out and Dave Chapelle out In Africa with Naydee and Seedie speakin swahili And if it's 1995 then let me get it back, and rip it spit Like 2 Pac was gon diss me if this shit was whack Like I'm a bad boy like Martin, Willie and Biggie and Diddy in the back Mariah on the hook in a Yankee fitted hat Where my niggas at? Fake niggas better play dead Ain't Peter Parker but I run shit like I had 8 legs, I'm Forrest Gump-in you Lieutenant Dan and you got fake legs, and look They can't keep up cause they feet stuck, put your teeth up when When I beast up, nigga, what, what, what, what And I still do this shit like it's 1 9 9 5, right