Spoiled Rotten

[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