1991 ft. 314Hendo Lyrics

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