90s Back

[Verse 1: Raw Elementz] Nigga I come hard with my game, even Bernie know I'm a Mac Sick and tired of these niggas thinkin' that they rap I'm certified east side but I rep Dallas, walk like a king sippin' from a gold Chalice Aye that's that nigga Raw, you ain't heard about him yeah that nigga hard Name a lyricist that dress like this, with an attitude like this And I'm all about my money call me Money Mitch, I'm talkin Paid n Full Or not at all, I'm tryna ball, no Cinderella step sisters holdin me back And my game on point like a mother fuckin scoreboard, workin overtime so you know I gotta score more I dress fly, rap better, my cold rhymes they mad clever, I switch it up with the lyrical And the fly steeze, nigga i'm so G, gotta get guap, nigga that's three G's better pay me for a feature Before I charge three G's [Hook: Raw Elementz] Nigga don't tell me how to rap Just a young nigga tryna bring the 90s back Everytime you see me nigga in them throwbacks I know my flow is crazy, put you in the 90s baby [Verse II: Raw Elementz] Fuck the waiting I want it, I'm crushing all my opponents I break em' down into components leave em' smoking like chronic Came out the blue like supersonic, hypnotic, underground like plutonics My flow psychotic and you niggas just demonic, but fuck it I'm on it My soul glowing they want it, but I embody a God I come from heavenly stars And amongst the Gods, you niggas go against heavenly laws So my father sent me forth to verbally destruct and lyrically awe All you niggas sub-par, all my niggas go hard, all you niggas facades All my Elementz Raw, stepping up to the Boss, be prepared to be lyrically amazed And be facing a loss Ever year I double genius, hear it in double meanings, Every verse this year I ate emcees like movie screenings There's protools in my reasons, i'm able-to prove my logic, time is coming soon nigga just watch it