Fuckin' with my gang, we poppin' off the big skank Get hoppin' off of my lane, I know these bars I got are insane Cause I'm fuckin' the track, I got tack like a Mack When I ride a Tattat and I leave your brain splat Y'all can't react, I'ma smoke me, you're packin' to sit back Relax, cause I'm bringing it back you

Yes, I've been back at it, back at it, on this music like a bad habit How you abuse it like a crack at it, I soup to beat and take a crack at it I'm back at it, I'm back at it, these damn pagans, they can't have it I'm spitting truth like a cold passer, a soul rapper for these old bastards

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded

Back at it, I'm back at it. Sometimes I spit this sporadic. Sometimes I spit it so slow, but sometimes faster. Double time master, it's a disaster. When I get plastered and talk to your girl like Mr Bombastic, high-mathematic like Mr. Fantastic, I tricks up my sleeve like Mr. Golgadget

Said I'm there for the kill, no need to chill, I grind until, I got fans screaming yo come to Brazil Or I gotta pull house up on the hill, and I got my girl who really know how I feel Yo what's the deal, I know I will, my life like taking a limitless pill

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded

Fake rappers, lack talent, hollow tip like a black talent I don't play games like backgammon, I slap a bitch, backhanded