Bringin It Back
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All of these beats and these rhymes attached
Mean that real shit's on the mic, bringin' it back
I put it down 'cause y'all be puttin' too much weight on it
Twice as nice on thin ice, create the figure eight on it
Puttin' words together like a verbal record set
Disrespectin' your copyrights, you nerds just ain't protected yet
Inject a set of def lyrics into the vein
I know you hated that you received a mutated strain
With no immunity to walk the underground community
Ingenuity, the key difference 'tween you and me
The question asked by cats with no past
A dope-ass track collab, let you know just what you have
In your presence, relaxin' your skull like herbal essence
This world is full of dull-ass rappers who need fluorescence
Like the underside of a low-rider on golden thangs
I'm a fighter and a writer whose eyes on controllin' thangs
Like an RC enthusiast got radio control
Me and Aja amaze y'all with all this soul
Pourin' out of every hole that it can, I stand respected
Poeticizin' all of the experience I've collected
To all of y'all who ever thought that you'd wrecked it
Use the scientific method and make sure that you check it
Because...
All of these beats and these rhymes attached
Mean that real shit's on the mic, bringin' it back
I puff a long stick, pick up the pen for insight
Flame, that's when I invite your brain to the windpipes of pain
Identified from the streets, tellin' soft cats to switch they posture
No need for actin' tough 'cause the government got satellites
That can leave all my people snuffed
With the physical zap over digital DATs
I trap cats with twenty-four tracks of pro-black
Most of these rap acts, skills they have, barely
One-hitter-quitter shit, that glitter shit is momentarily
My raps is bomb, I leave MCs all shook
So bomb I can't even travel in planes with my composition book
I cause natural disasters when I fold you in a sentence
My smart bombs leave your soldiers blown in the trenches
Every breath is for the war between the devil and flesh
And hungry niggas in the ghetto, they don't settle for less
My attitude is uncompatibile, pro-black radical
Hold your thoughts before you talk or even walk, mathematical
What?
All of these beats and these rhymes attached
Mean that real shit's on the mic, bringin' it back
We gives a fuck but never rehearse our curses
Snatchin' you weak MCs' purses with these strong-ass verses
It's like that, y'all, we focusin' on cleanin' the stakes
School y'all, the type of niggas who be fiendin' for breaks
And take it serious, clear as a fiber-optical incision
Cut your rap life short, now you need to make a decision
Street talk, venomous spit, dynamic duo stayin' true though
Shittin' on niggas' verses like feces from out your culo
You know, Nickel and Dime, the 209's finest rhymers
Go ahead and rewind us 'cause you'll never find what's behind us
With your blinders on, we grind long hours and take showers
To refresh in the West, we invest in rhyme powers
And climb towers tall enough to skyscrape, so why fake?
Phony MCs we make migrate
Bologna MCs just hit the side gate for exit
With all these beats and rhymes attached
Y'all cowards know we on some next shit now
All of these beats and these rhymes attached
Mean that real shit's on the mic, bringin' it back