Celph Titled - Buck's Four Course Meal lyrics

[Intro] (It's nineteen ninety now and there's certain individuals Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle) October 26 It's Nineteen Ninety Now, motherf**ers [Verse 1] So here I am, in the spot you probably wish you was It's a few haters, but damn if I ain't getting love You see my fan base, you see them quoting bars You see them bringing up my name saying "He goin' hard" He took some time to make an album Now he's back in effect and motherf**ers 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 Tin-man don't need foil, 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 pulling back the crossbow (And y'all know) The game's saturated and crowded But you don't hear us b**hing, instead we did something about it Made an album with the same ingredients as many cla**ics known The golden era rap fans who love echoing saxophones [Verse 2] A concept first of it's kind Imagine if we combine me, with the murderous rhymes and tracks from a earlier time (oh yeah) In the climate of rap where heads are lost But over here we stay focused and make exactly what we want (yes) Buck ain't just Diggin' The Crates (nah) He dug straight into the shoe boxes of floppy discs And found some j**els so I can rock the sh** Shout out to James D.L. for havin' a vision of a magical wizard castin' angry spells Aimin' these shells at the state of rap music Trying to change the people and trying to change they view of it The f*ggot art nerds will say we're not progressive But they don't realize this album is a highly focused weapon Cause we'll get the props and my rep will grow bigger My name everywhere will make these hoes bitter And any and all attempts to stop my movement I swear to God you'll have brain damage from head contusions [Verse 3] So my challenge to jealous rappers and wanna-bes: Make a record better than Ninety Now then you can talk to me And you can talk to Buck but he ain't working with you Cause he made an album with me stating facts that mostly dissed you When flipping the flim flam, call yourself a big fan But never spend a dime on the music, you'se a b**h man So if I gotta sell crack to get rich Well, I'm cooking up the fish scale and rock it like it's Ishmael Either that or get my stage so mad amped up Busting black hammers with choreographed dancers I am the answer to every whack rappers demo song Cause I am the fresh maker like the f**ing Mentos song October 26th a renaissance begins to work Doin' sh** so big I take one step and fall off of the Earth We on a motherf**ing murder spree Give constructive criticism and I'll give you reconstructive surgery [Interlude] Yo, Buck, we gotta give 'em one more man Throw your L's up for this one Rest in peace Big L, yeah [Verse 4] Yo, listen, it don't take fear to fear us You f**in' with an evil spirit that don't appear in mirrors You wouldn't want to be a fly on the wall, I'm grabbing a swatter Swing it harder than the kick back to a Magnum Revolver Yes I'm just awful, a God not a phony Menage with your wife and I bought your daughter a pony Officers know me as "That's that motherf**ing guy" Shoot a pec or a thigh, don't mean sh** if you a muscle guy My guns are more than a friend On time at your door with a nine and a .45 at a quarter 'till ten I seal Navy Seals, seen a whole army's intestines And choked enemy soldiers till they had Barney's complexion One harmless suggestion is get your speech right My scrap napkin verses smoke what you took a week to write You like bu*t cheeks tight, it ain't hard to tell You been through more manholes than Donatello and Raphael f*ggot