Still the 90s

[Intro – CC Sniper] Yo… turn that shit the fuck up We ain’t moved on, we just moved quiet Still 90s in this bitch… Sniper back like I never left ⸻ [Verse 1] I’m still that foul-mouthed bastard, blastin’ through your speakers Fuck your feelings, I ain’t here to be your teacher Used to write rhymes with a razor in the fold Now I split tracks like I’m spittin’ liquid gold Back when Big said “kick in the door”, I was already in Had a TEC in my coat, middle finger to a friend If the mic ain’t dirty, it ain’t real rap If you ain’t been jumped, then shut the fuck back I’m from where snitches get stitches and ditches Where mamas pray hard ‘cause the kids turn vicious I seen dope fiends steal Jesus off the wall Then ask for a hit like, “Come on dawg, that’s all?” Fuck a TikTok trend, I was trendin’ with the Glocks When Pac dropped Hail Mary, I had demons in my socks No cap, no stylists, no soft-ass beats Just me and the street — and the heat under the seat ⸻ [Chorus – Scratched hook: old 90s lines] “Fuck peace!” / “I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death” “Who shot ya?” / “Cash rules everything around me” Still the 90s, motherfucker, say it loud I don’t give a single fuck, I say it proud ⸻ [Verse 2 – CC Sniper] Still cussin’ like my pops never came back home Still bustin’ like I’m broke and my SIM pack gone Still duckin’ pigs, still don’t give a fuck Still slappin’ rappers that be wearin’ glittered chucks I don’t mumble, bitch, I murder syllables Every bar biblical, everything I drop — criminal Talk slick, and I’ll pull up with that old school rage Like DMX barkin’ from a blood-soaked cage I grew up with pain on cassette, stress in the deck Now I’m pressin’ on necks, got your idols in check From the projects to pen cells, Detroit to Compton I spit like I got beef with the coffin Fuck your “vibes”, this is war in a verse If you scared of a word, you should go to church Every line’s like a blade from ‘96 When a diss wasn’t just a post, it was bricks and clips ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken Skit / DJ cut] (CC talking on the mic) Yo, y’all soft-ass internet thugs couldn’t last a summer in ‘94 We used to get jumped, robbed, shot and still showed up to rap You worried ‘bout streams — I worried ‘bout gettin’ steamed by enemies This ain’t hip-pop, this that fuck-you-and-your-label shit ⸻ [Verse 3 – CC Sniper Fast Verse – Bone Thugs meets Em flow] Still keep a blade in the booth, duckin’ the truth, fuckin’ the rules, Bleedin’ the beat, leakin’ the proof, aim at a suit, turn him to food Back in the day, we ain’t tweet no beef — we’d just creep with heat Leave your teeth in the street, now you vegan, G Snap like a trap door, rap like a crack war Every metaphor’s like I’m draggin’ you through a back door It’s still Mobb Deep, still Wu, still LOX, Still fuckin’ with punks like “you talkin’ to cops?” ⸻ [Outro – Over DJ cuts & static] Still the 90s — no apologies, no filters Just pain, real shit, and the will to kill words Don’t ask me to chill, that’s not in my roots I’m from the cloth that bleeds… and still wears boots Fuck your playlist.