You know it started with GC1

Then it naturally developed into the second album, GC2

Both of which nominated for Album of the Year

While we didn’t win, but hey, we thought, we might as well go for a third one right?

Aye, yeah, yeah

Bitch! the GCs are back

Better sound off the alarms

Gloves off get ‘em smacked

Unimaginable harm

Fuck it the GCs are back

Third time’s the charm

We’re going all on the attack

Emergency, this here is war

Yeah, the GCs are back

Better sound off the alarms

Gloves off, get ‘em smacked

Unimaginable harm

Fuck it the GCs are back

Third time’s the charm

We’re going all on the attack

Emergency, this here is war

We’re back at it like crack addicts

We’re pragmatic like mathematics

Staying silent, we’re bad at it

Can’t be quite, I need all static

I killed the mic, I took a stab it

I beat the beat, I took a jab at it

I fucked your bitch, I am a damn savage

I’m a prodigy, a god damn havoc

This ain’t for amatures, different calibres

I come with the stamina, light up the cameras

When we pull up, better come with the flows

Come with the bars or get your top blown

God damn, I’m too cold

Bars stay fresh and they never get old

We’re sitting on gold, hits to the soul, so I’ve been told

This here the start like the yellow brick road

Bitch! the GCs are back

Better sound off the alarms

Gloves off get ‘em smacked

Unimaginable harm

Fuck it the GCs are back

Third time’s the charm

We’re going all on the attack

Emergency, this here is war

Yeah, the GCs are back

Better sound off the alarms

Gloves off, get ‘em smacked

Unimaginable harm

Fuck it the GCs are back

Third time’s the charm

We’re going all on the attack

Emergency, this here is war

It’s the apocalypse at your door step

The horse men, had enough of all of your horse shit

Only time we felt remorse is showing up at your door step

’n see you have intercourse with corpses

I’m born ready, don’t need to get set

Took a nap reading your death threats

Then I lay you Mofuckas into the dirt, tucking the remains of your body in its death bed

You started a war, what for? Bringing out a lion hunting a boar, you’re done for

GC3’s the encore, we killin the scene, nothing serene, yet the real ones want more

No eye for an eye, even dying can't, save you from the dark Ironman, a tyrant slashing your diaphragm so…

I am the Ayatollah with the launch codes