I’m Back
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It's the music, it's movie, it's mission, now it's mayhem
And if you ask anybody they will probably say I'm
One of the grimmest, one of the most timeliest
Young Marley boy to bring the streets out to it's grimiest
It's been a while since I been up in the place
Been a while since I been up in your face
It's been some time I just been takin' a break
But now I'm back on a high speed chase
Let's go!
They can't pattern my flows, I keep flippin' 'em
They can't mark my whips, I keep switchin' 'em
One minute it's like this, next minute it's like that
One minute I write songs, next minute I write rap
And still I give the thought away to take it right back
Now real niggas, my niggas, I know you like that
Yeah I bear the Marley name but I was raised on the Ave
But the deuces I make makes us the hood rats
And one thing's for sure, when I touch a boss
Never punk out when it come out to the moment of clout
So never run to the feds, it's all such and such
And never talk shit if you can't back shit up
And watch them problems on your hands when them partners link up
When J.A. link up, and M.I.A. link up
And N.Y. link up, and California link up
The Midwest gon' link up, now let's go!
Oh, here we go again, here we go again
Oh, oh, oh, here we go again, here we go again
Oh, oh, oh, here we go again, now here we go again
Oh, oh, oh
I got the ashes of Bob in me, got the Black God in me
Creatin' an army, Jamaica ride for me
My struggle ain't no different from the soldiers at war
Political prisoners, Larry Hoover and Mutulu Shakur
I'm gettin' letters in the mail from a kid in a cell
He turnin' 18, he been dead since 12
When you tell me not to sell dope, give me some hope
Instead of holdin' out your hand every time you're broke
Nowhere to go, so fuck it, I'ma hustle out my mama house
Hope that she don't put me out until I find another route
You could never judge me or walk in these shoes
See I might take a loss but I never will lose
All the leaders change, they ain't the same
Them people never thought that they would die that day on that plane
I'm livin' life like tomorrow ain't promised, and you should too
'Cause 'til they find Osama then this shit ain't through
Well them say we back again
And if I style me have a stack of them
Pigeon me have a whole flock of them
Ready fi make it pop again
Reload and get it hot again
Them say them hot 'til them we hotter then
From every crib it's an angle we attack at them
Them lyrics I start jook them swear I'm after them
And I flip flows and I rip shows and I
Love good girls, I don't love hoes, no
Born in Jamaica but I was raised in the county of Dade
Food from the savior to hustlers our guts get paid
Who's gonna save ya? Now I'm goin' gangsta grave
They know my name but not my hunger pains
I'm street livin' Fred, it ain't shit changed
A maestro, yeah, that's my name but I
Have a way to blow a track out
And I'ma hit it 'til I black out, I'm back!