The Return

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

I'm only bringin' you the real

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about

Three-sixty degrees, I stand in the square, right over left

Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this

Not even the triflest **** on Earth

Could ever fuck with what I spit in the verse

We always hit where it hurts

Underground, so we dig in the dirt

Always gotta put a **** to work is how it seems

It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams

Do the violent things, turn a deaf ear, your body might get left there

You better step to the rear

We put it down Premiere, rock mad army gear

You ain't heard us all together in several years

It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes

That lacked substance, we got that in abundance

Pro-black and you know that

We stay fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar

Come too far to ever try and go back

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

I'm only bringin' you the real

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about

I'm on 110 and Lenox with these Africans overseein'

Our physical being and how we doin' it

It only take one bad **** to ruin it, pursuin' it

And actin' like it can't happen put you in the chair

To the bookings we go, on a twenty-four hour flow

I run through obstacles, take off my shackles

Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers

I run with them and other, rock NY in colors

With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym

The great Daddy in the C-Town express

Whoever step to this is gon' have to face stress

Whoever step to this better be at they best

Look at me close, I'm the perfect host, you standin' too close

So back up, you should never try to act up

The wild cowboy still got the style, boy

One of a kind, I throw a hell of a line

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

I'm only bringin' you the real

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about

My man, Primo, hit me off with the plural

Zig-zag-zig like Zorro, now

We makin' more bread than Stella D'oro

Unsung hero, bring more heat than DeNiro

Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters

Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters

Make my approach, they shorty's bagged like coach

Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime, then watch me run like a roach

Y'all know my shit be hot, they call me Dr. Doalot

Now, I got seeds so I'm stingy, I keep strings on my Benji's

So tree up, ****, we up, about to re-up

Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield

I need a meal, time to eats with a flow

Drop the beat, press it up and hit the streets, dinner time's complete

My Nubian ways'll get that ass open for days

Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

I'm only bringin' you the real

Grand Puba

Lord Jamar

Sadat X

Alamo

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival

Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about