They want me to take it back
To the nineteen-nineties
Back to the grunge and the grimy
Where shiny gold chains were inviting
And jean size fit both sides of the siamese
Twins in we’re back in the nineties
Back to a time that’s divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
But remind us, why would I wanna go Back to a time that was violent?
A time the hood rats be snatching your hat if they like it Virus of pirates, ain’t related to Napster
Vanilla Ice’s and «Ice Ice Baby» was the rap song?
2Pac and Biggie were busy with beefin'
Little Kim had her g-sting, Cheech and Chong weed thing
Street were covered in Cross Colours scheme
Coloured jeans brighter than the Beatles and their submarine (yellow, yellow)
No, Coldplay were a little later
Axl Rose had hair, blood redder than the Saber
Of Darth Vader’s character, rave dance, parachute
Pants, was Furn gully way before Avatar
Batter up? 'Cause White Sox with the fitted caps
Janet Jackson’s «Got 'til It’s Gone» was a 'Dilla track
Back Street Boyz, you feeling that?
Men in Black track, really? You feeling the way that Willy rapped?
«Boom Boom Boom Shake the room»
Was that then, or when went and spent a tenner on the mushrooms?
Experimenting mentally, friends chasing the dragon
But like Diana with a flash… accidents would happen
Back when Jennifer Anniston
Was glamorous, even fuckin' having her own hairstyle
(Jennifer cut please!) See, if I can turn back time
I wouldn’t, and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Cher song
See, I don’t want to go back
To the nineteen-nineties
Back to the grunge and the grimy
Where shiny gold chains were inviting
And jean size fit both sides of the siamese
Twins in we’re back in the nineties
Back to a time that’s divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
They want me to take it back, back, back
But I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go back
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go They want me to take it back, back, back
But I don’t want to go No, I don’t want to go back
Yo Draphto, I’m feelin you, man, though I gotta say… most of my favourite
friends, bands, times, concerts where in the nineties, bro
Jeans cut with the 90's flare, remember that shit? First love, I mean it’d be cool for a week, but that was then and it always should be. So I’m like, umm
Why would I wanna go back a second
Whenever I’m looking back I end up just second guessing
Questioning my weapons of choice, that be my voice
My mind, my soul, the time I spent in the void
And breaking out of it, look, don’t doubt it kid
Rockin' a stage back in the days with 1200 Techniques, yeah, I’m proud of it Lessons are blessings we learnt through
So let the past be the past even if it burns you
In the present there’s no time to resent
Or wish that my parents never split back when I was a kid
Shit, we all need kinship
To be the king it’s a heavy heavy crown to lose, plus
In the nineties I came up in Swan View
No matter which way you looked it was the wrong view
Kids sniffing glue sticks, swinging their two fists
Not giving two shits about who’s hit
Sad but true, it’s the way that it was
But all of that taught me about life’s effect and the cause
So now in gripping my black balls on the attack for
Any given moment moving forward, never backwards
'Cause life is but a moment, and I’m living in the moment
And at the moment I’m on track like «Where the flow went?»
N’fa Jones and Drapht & Ta-ku beside me Beyond the nineties but they want me to take it back
Back, back, but I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go back
I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go They want me to take it back, back, back
But I don’t wanna go No, I don’t wanna go back
I don’t want to, want to go back