[Intro]: "It's nineteen ninety now and there's certain individuals Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle" - Mos Def 'Got' October 26th [Celph Titled talking]: It's nineteen ninety NOW. Now motherfuckers! [Verse One]{over Buckwild's beat for The Artifacts 'C'mon With The Get Down (Remix)': So here I am (yeah) In the spot you probably wish you was It's a few haters, but damn if I ain't gettin' love You see my fan base (yep) You see them quotin' bars You see them bringin' up my name sayin', "He goin' hard" He took some time to make an album Now he's back in effect and motherfuckers wanna out him A lot of rappers got my face on they dart board But they don't start war cause I'm the hardest of the hardcore Tinman don't need foil (no) Metallic, exo-skeleton when heat boils Leave you in the sun till your meat spoils The beat boils Buckwild bakes the heat rocks While you soft though, I'm pullin' back the crossbow (And y'all know) The game's saturated and crowded But you don't hear us bitchin', instead we did somethin' about it Made an album with the same ingredients as many classics known The golden era rap fans who love echoing saxophones [Verse Two] {over Buckwild's beat for Bushwackas's beat for 'Caught Up In The Game'} A concept first of it's kind Imagine if we combine (humm) Me, with the murderous rhymes and tracks from a earlier time