Back, back, back,
Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, the cd enhanced I move with the speed and of ants Identical in form with the they swarm Hold up the current appear warm My first verbal brawl, on some yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break windshield, your jeep stall
Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the See the logo a monument in out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or shops Un cut live, eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the mic, majority stare
Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the a road the great length you find too long to measure My clan a make me like d. banner under pressure No surprise, double touched five Those elements, kept environments With the flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel Right there, but you're one light year, my level
Uh-huh yeah yo it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we the wine the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma He pulled out his Bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of Oooh rev right, his church ain't right
is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I a lot" Shirley fainted on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars out the pot Oh
Egyptian, skin brown suede Timbs X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all Was simple, instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, come and get you
Play, strapped like a fuck, war at The black, Carlo Gambino's stash in Hackensack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Coconut, incense, one sentence, the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz roll out fast
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and Ghost put me on to it we just do it, or whatever Take of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast V.I. clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on kid, now where your mans at Fakin' the like, damn I can't stand Cappa
Then my wardrobe flooded the chapter Y'all heard us like we heard about you Bless the mic reality, hit you with the virtue down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all y'all outfits We the like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop Y'all have a day
Doctor Kanabuta, Man, he is invincible His armor is supreme
Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and fool Grab my gun, select one, son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his Piss run, you drop thinkin' you Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghost faced up, military style ammunitions of rounds across the chest
Skip to the intro, rap po' a fresh ball of wax Ceasar Flashy penthouse that the vista Wally Moc' tie, swimmin' trunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless Polish edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick
Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas Too Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence my man couldn't Exile he no in the hood bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding hoax roses tied to bombs on posts On breaks, piss in the apple juice nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back,