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Nikal Fieldz - Episode One: 1990 Lyrics



Nikal Fieldz - Episode One: 1990 Lyrics




I'm the type of muthaphucka that pop up outta nowhere
And suddenly everybody talking bout
Everybody talking
Old homies hit me up and acting like they still know me everybody watching now
Everybody watching
Ain't shit changed muthaphucka
But shit changed
Same old hooker
Brand new dress
Bought a whole new chest now we having better sex
I ain't ever lie just to flex
I tell it like it is
I don't give a f*ck
Not at all
I'm heating up sweat dripping off
Drip drip
From the bedroom took it
To the world like look it
But I don't do this shit for the applause
I'm honestly appalled disgusted sick to my stomach
That someone discussed it then gave ya'll a budget
I'd rather bang my head against the wall
Than pretend I'd listen at all

I came to f*ck all ya'll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya'll bitches
That's your baby mom
Damn
That's f*cked up
But really though that ain't none of my business
Uh uh
So what you wanna do
Shoot
Fight
Knuckle up
Battle rap
Listen
You want 1990
You can have it back
I f*ck a beat like your bitch
You f*ck your bitch like you rap
I f*ck em both better than you then give em back

Everybody got a vendetta thinking they better
I let em and then behead em and dead em
Man listen
Every white rapper in the history of every white rapper
At some point rapped like that
Strung words and syllables together fast like that
I don't wanna be like that
I dont ever wanna be like that
Don't wanna be seen like that
Don't compare me to he or he and be like that
Why
Cause muthaphucka I Could Rap Rap
Tighter than a brick from Colombia saran wrapped
Wrapped with 99 other bricks
I'm a 100 with this shit
You're a bunch of counterfeits
Ya might look real
But ya don't feel same
Hot this summer
By the fall you're a lame
When winter comes around no one remembers your name
Just incase you think I'm playing

I came to f*ck all ya'll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya'll bitches
That's your baby mom
Damn
That's f*cked up
But really though that ain't none of my business
Uh uh
So what you wanna do
Shoot
Fight
Knuckle up
Battle rap
Listen
You want 1990
You can have it back
I f*ck a beat like your bitch
You f*ck your bitch like you rap
I f*ck em both better than you then give em back
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I'm the type of muthaphucka that pop up outta nowhere
And suddenly everybody talking bout
Everybody talking
Old homies hit me up and acting like they still know me everybody watching now
Everybody watching
Ain't shit changed muthaphucka
But shit changed
Same old hooker
Brand new dress
Bought a whole new chest now we having better sex
I ain't ever lie just to flex
I tell it like it is
I don't give a f*ck
Not at all
I'm heating up sweat dripping off
Drip drip
From the bedroom took it
To the world like look it
But I don't do this shit for the applause
I'm honestly appalled disgusted sick to my stomach
That someone discussed it then gave ya'll a budget
I'd rather bang my head against the wall
Than pretend I'd listen at all

I came to f*ck all ya'll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya'll bitches
That's your baby mom
Damn
That's f*cked up
But really though that ain't none of my business
Uh uh
So what you wanna do
Shoot
Fight
Knuckle up
Battle rap
Listen
You want 1990
You can have it back
I f*ck a beat like your bitch
You f*ck your bitch like you rap
I f*ck em both better than you then give em back

Everybody got a vendetta thinking they better
I let em and then behead em and dead em
Man listen
Every white rapper in the history of every white rapper
At some point rapped like that
Strung words and syllables together fast like that
I don't wanna be like that
I dont ever wanna be like that
Don't wanna be seen like that
Don't compare me to he or he and be like that
Why
Cause muthaphucka I Could Rap Rap
Tighter than a brick from Colombia saran wrapped
Wrapped with 99 other bricks
I'm a 100 with this shit
You're a bunch of counterfeits
Ya might look real
But ya don't feel same
Hot this summer
By the fall you're a lame
When winter comes around no one remembers your name
Just incase you think I'm playing

I came to f*ck all ya'll bitches
What else
No condom raw dog ya'll bitches
That's your baby mom
Damn
That's f*cked up
But really though that ain't none of my business
Uh uh
So what you wanna do
Shoot
Fight
Knuckle up
Battle rap
Listen
You want 1990
You can have it back
I f*ck a beat like your bitch
You f*ck your bitch like you rap
I f*ck em both better than you then give em back
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Writer: Nicholas McGuinn
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Performed By: Nikal Fieldz
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Nicholas McGuinn

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