CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 1999. (1985 Remix)
1985 man I died
Was born in 1999 n***a f**king with time
Ducking from the verbal hate under the race crime
I guess it’s physical if n***as wanna beat mine
I guess I’m lyrical my only way too have shine
I shine light on a n***a like it’s half time
My people never really had the light but it’s fine
I guess it’s simple black people man they winning now
The white man would love to see the black burning down
I think they scared of a global take-over
To see a gollywog driving in a rover
To have a n***a really know what he’s talking 'bout
To have another black man in the White House
Raise your hand if you really f**king care for me
I don’t believe you cause there ain’t no body praying for me
Just stole a lyric so I guess you call me young Kenny
(AHH!)
And I’m suppose to
Stick up for the preaching of peace, like I’m a poster
Treat me like a poster but I am apose to the hate of the great white man with a plan to have us all f**ked f**k
F**king with the book that’s named holy
'cause gods the only one that really only knows me
I guess Jesus is his son so he knows me they the only 2 that really know how I be
You think you know me but you don’t saying you’ll pull up but you won’t cause you done seen my skin colour and it’s nothing like no other colour when it comes to stealing others items no I buy them cause stealing be the only f**king reason that you buy them
(AH-HA!)
Reincarnation happens to the nation
When a crimes committed
N***as always at the f**king station
Patience
Patience is the key to aftermath
Patience is the key to keep a laugh
But being black is always pa**ed
Pa**ed to the left again and if you're white even if you f**king have a black friend
Your black friends right 'cause he wasn't gifted rights at all
He only knows how to ball on a court like 123 456 789
I did a crime it’s called coming in on time a verse from me is crucial and it’s worth a dime, so n***a empty out your pockets if you want verse, I doubt you got it cause I guarantee your pocket would burst and I’m the worst when it comes to making music that hurts I dig deep like an early grave pa** me the hearse
(AH-HA!)
1999 dre popped out
He made it 18 years not clocked out
Give it another 5 years for a sell out show
Don’t you know I don’t play with my sh*t
Making music for the army that’s the regular sh*t
I might talk about a black man hearing the click or getting shot on the block with a Glock you hit the rock to rock bottom I’m at the bottom climbing my way
Get out my way
I’m here to stay
You want a verse then n***a you can pay
J Cole the inspiration
This was '99
I hope you like this
I hope you feeling this inside while you vibe this
You feel inspired go and hit the mic and write down
You wear the crown on the stage that’s a fact now
Go on the stage make it bright hit the dile now
A black man and I’m right that’s the lifestyle
A black man and I’m right that’s the lifestyle
(AH-HA!)
Was born in 1999 n***a f**king with time
Ducking from the verbal hate under the race crime
I guess it’s physical if n***as wanna beat mine
I guess I’m lyrical my only way too have shine
I shine light on a n***a like it’s half time
My people never really had the light but it’s fine
I guess it’s simple black people man they winning now
The white man would love to see the black burning down
I think they scared of a global take-over
To see a gollywog driving in a rover
To have a n***a really know what he’s talking 'bout
To have another black man in the White House
Raise your hand if you really f**king care for me
I don’t believe you cause there ain’t no body praying for me
Just stole a lyric so I guess you call me young Kenny
(AHH!)
And I’m suppose to
Stick up for the preaching of peace, like I’m a poster
Treat me like a poster but I am apose to the hate of the great white man with a plan to have us all f**ked f**k
F**king with the book that’s named holy
'cause gods the only one that really only knows me
I guess Jesus is his son so he knows me they the only 2 that really know how I be
You think you know me but you don’t saying you’ll pull up but you won’t cause you done seen my skin colour and it’s nothing like no other colour when it comes to stealing others items no I buy them cause stealing be the only f**king reason that you buy them
(AH-HA!)
Reincarnation happens to the nation
When a crimes committed
N***as always at the f**king station
Patience
Patience is the key to aftermath
Patience is the key to keep a laugh
But being black is always pa**ed
Pa**ed to the left again and if you're white even if you f**king have a black friend
Your black friends right 'cause he wasn't gifted rights at all
He only knows how to ball on a court like 123 456 789
I did a crime it’s called coming in on time a verse from me is crucial and it’s worth a dime, so n***a empty out your pockets if you want verse, I doubt you got it cause I guarantee your pocket would burst and I’m the worst when it comes to making music that hurts I dig deep like an early grave pa** me the hearse
(AH-HA!)
1999 dre popped out
He made it 18 years not clocked out
Give it another 5 years for a sell out show
Don’t you know I don’t play with my sh*t
Making music for the army that’s the regular sh*t
I might talk about a black man hearing the click or getting shot on the block with a Glock you hit the rock to rock bottom I’m at the bottom climbing my way
Get out my way
I’m here to stay
You want a verse then n***a you can pay
J Cole the inspiration
This was '99
I hope you like this
I hope you feeling this inside while you vibe this
You feel inspired go and hit the mic and write down
You wear the crown on the stage that’s a fact now
Go on the stage make it bright hit the dile now
A black man and I’m right that’s the lifestyle
A black man and I’m right that’s the lifestyle
(AH-HA!)
