1991 (feat. 314Hendo)

I was born in 1991, this how far I've come, givin' Bitches chills, rappin' Mike Jackson's Thriller on the mic like Tyson's rookie year. See my Words, create a clearer story for your Ear, bring it back, run the track, getting lifted on Some giftedness, rippin' flows from Start to finish when you're listening, get up in this Bitch, name's Nick, game going Sick, aiming to claim the reins of hip-hop, flow Switches up a lot, it's a rich dude's Wristwatch, monster from the Loch Ness, do you Promise? Rhymes sweet as candy, yes, baby Goin' wavy as a beach, surfing beats, riding bikes, I Removed them handlebars, yikes Managing some stammering of truth, dude, it's what I do, crabby pants can't handle this Shoot, stay way above the bullshit, shoot you Straight from the booth, non-stop, full clip, bitch This is too hot, got the feet up in my sand, ah I got This too hot, damn, I meant the sand Is on my feet, this shit be too hot, hotter than the Beach, every time, every rhyme goes OG, and I be OG, and we the coolest ever, do you Mind if my rhymes trick your mind Cause they nice and too clever, The fun begun with a motherfucking burst from the Sun Check me out where the fun had begun, there Was a burst from the burst from the motherfuckin Sun, back in 1991, that's my dog Nico, the OG, yo, We got some ancestors overseas, and You know we only smoke heat, that's my dog Nico, The low-key OG, and bro, we only smoke heat The fun begun with a burst from the burst from the Sun 1991, yeah, I believe that was The year, shot straight up out the sun, and then I Crash-landed here, saw a bunch of people Run, what the fuck do we have here, I'ma have some Fun, may as well while I'm here, oh Well, I'm Mr. make the best of it, but it's still click-Clack, get back, except my weapon is A mic stand with a cocked hand Want to go off like I'm Tyson, Or Mike then I might then,go right off the deep end Catch me in the deep end, go hard for the weekend, This ain't what You're seeking, send my heat missles seekin', end up Deleting, if it's not computing, there Is no competing, we will be leaving, on the starships For Mars, bitch, invasion, of the Martians go hard, then like Tarzan, pull the plants Out the jars then, shoot for the stars with These bars, if you didn't know, now you know we go Hard, solar flares for your ears, we Some stars, make it bang out the atmosphere from Here straight to Mars, we some rebels Who ain't got a cause, killin' this shit, spittin' it just Because they ain't fair They don't compare, we some gods, blessed to be The best, ain't no stress, praise God 314, Check me out where the fun had begun, there Was a burst from the burst from the Motherfucking' sun, back in 1991, that's my dog Nico, the OG, yo, we got some ancestors Overseas, and you know we only smoke heat, that's My dog Nico, the low-key OG, and bro We only smoke heat, the fun begun with a burst From the burst from the sun, check me out Where the fun had begun, there was a burst from The burst from the motherfuckin' sun Back in 1991, that's my dog Nico, the OG, yo, we got Some ancestors overseas, and you Know we only smoke heat, that's my dog Nico, the Low key OG, and bro, we only smoke heat The fun begun with a burst from the burst from the Sun