Back, back, back,
Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd I with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the beez they Hold up the cold current warm My first verbal brawl, started on yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep
Mr.Traffic, shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo a monument in out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one hits the metal mic, majority stare
Heard the wu snare, my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you too long to measure My clan a make me rhyme like d. under pressure No surprise, double disc five elements, kept environments colonized With the flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel Right there, but you're one year, from my level
Uh-huh yeah yo it yo goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had He pulled out his blue Bible, change out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of Oooh rev ain't right, his ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, you at the numbers spot Heard you got red out, and I want a lot" Shirley dead on the spot Two slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh
Egyptian, brown skin suede Timbs Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas White House Gucci on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Nieman it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori all blow Was simple, blamp run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans and get you
Play, strapped like a fuck, war at The black, Carlo stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, Control the holy flinch hit this, new Roman numerals, sun them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out
Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on y'all kid, now your mans at the real like, damn I can't stand Cappa
Then my flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we about you Bless the mic reality, hit you with the virtue Calm not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, pop Y'all have a day
Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible His remarkable armor is
Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and fool Grab my gun, select one, son Put the by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body shake like the bass I'm Ghost up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of across the chest
to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a ball of wax Ceasar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the Wally Moc' tie, swimmin' trunks Three of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb
Carefully, swing the B series Christmas lights Too bright is comin' y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid that max the Me I turn a wedding hoax roses tied to bombs on posts On breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back,