| Seconds after I have been swept off my feet | |
| Open through the doors and in steps the beat | |
| Complete with medical packs and four fours | |
| Looked at me and said "Damn this nigga need God&" | |
| Bored, apart in the streets he got beat | |
| The meat, a disenfranchised he left wheat | |
| Me, these images I couldn't ignore | |
| Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store | |
| This man's slim, sported a red glim, noticing damage within | |
| We remove bullets and pack skin | |
| The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry | |
| At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry | |
| And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat | |
| Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back | |
| They have the form like Miyagi for the kamikaze | |
| Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi | |
| I see y'all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor | |
| We came to save ya and we came to, pull back the data | |
| I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound | |
| Cause they had us locked down. | |
| They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past | |
| Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs | |
| Then they facing masteries, just fittin' lack of pieces | |
| Whats dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, Jesus | |
| Where's the chamber? Allow me the become the scum rearranged uh | |
| They said "focus ya anger" and bring the rhymes that you wrote | |
| Because these folks will hang ya | |
| I accepted their concerns turn to him and said | |
| "Fuck that written shit I'll flip that kid off the head" | |
| What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy | |
| We didn't want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back | |
| And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map | |
| X's mark the rappers out with two head with | |
| Ferocious cademies that only need with the next spliff | |
| Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat | |
| And make him regret, the day that we met | |
| I suspect he got a smooth box, I head into the rooftops | |
| Where I'll make me strategy so I can splatter them | |
| They were only half of them, five less rappers alive | |
| So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didn't coincide | |
| They were half religious, and vicious, with dark wishes | |
| Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches | |
| I dropped dimes on how to travel back in time | |
| So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns to rhyme | |
| And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing | |
| Soon those niggaz won't be breathing | |
| Ive seen what I got so I'm leaving | |
| Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening | |
| Niggaz hopped on my shit-list with a swiftness | |
| I'm about to rip this, come fear witness | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) | |
| Mic Check! | |
| We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it | |
| This nigga said I couldn't have it | |
| So tragic they try to counter my magic, I'm rabid | |
| I reached for his fuckin' face and grabbed it | |
| Nigga, how the fuck did you figure | |
| You can Interfere with the music so potent | |
| That I need to just go for a moment | |
| Before I moved on. | |
| Then I heard two songs | |
| Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers | |
| I'm about to bring this nigga danger | |
| He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carry a nuisance | |
| Strong and spiritually useless | |
| I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin' treated like lab rats | |
| Beatin' with sticks and straps | |
| Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face | |
| The motherfucker jetted out of the place | |
| Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats | |
| Claiming that he got contacts, I stepped to him slow | |
| Looked deep in his eyes, see another person was within him | |
| 'Cause he's living a lie | |
| A rap nearly operation | |
| Told him that man was not meant to leave earth's population | |
| These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintegration | |
| No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low | |
| This had no effects on my abilities though | |
| To murder an MC is standing procedure | |
| Looked and see this cat gone follow the leader | |
| But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader | |
| The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya | |
| All this blood stream, and I'm steadily aiming | |
| To find the next nigga for naming | |
| Thats when the death sticks came in, hand me | |
| This mega large nigga tried to brand me | |
| I thought the mega blast to enemies | |
| Then my mind aged to centuries | |
| Futuristic data, for a complex matter | |
| This power left to cater, I can compete with the equator | |
| Smiled I can see him through the earth's vapors | |
| Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground | |
| What mind, jaw dropped looked what I found | |
| Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and Run DMC | |
| But when we get three feet | |
| Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill | |
| Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival | |
| Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldn't believe | |
| My enemy was a genetic replica of me | |
| That means self is the biggest tour | |
| It could me the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war | |
| So now I'm thrown off, taken back to back, I didn't know how to react | |
| To lack a plan of attack, but it was in full effect, connect | |
| He didn't affect my intellect, but thoughts I couldn't accept | |
| Images of my grandmother in that old folks home | |
| Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic | |
| Damage of my mental fabric, hell a vibe or I have it | |
| Criminal I can't stand it,or understand it yet my torture was expanded | |
| By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down | |
| By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health | |
| Chronicle inseparable thoughts, to my head | |
| 98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads | |
| The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again | |
| Had a vision of my defeat of him | |
| So now I'm back, strapped and intact | |
| Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact | |
| Thoughts were unholy, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly | |
| Like I'm the motherfuckin' chrome be | |
| And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand | |
| Saw some open land so I ranned | |
| But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots | |
| Blood clots stopped circulation from my nog | |
| My ego's dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit | |
| Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips | |
| So who's me, maybe this Uzi, cold hard and steel | |
| With a sign that says use me | |
| I call on Susie, and tell what you see | |
| Usually, I wouldn't let a biter confuse me | |
| Much of this instance, make a difference | |
| So started to think with, the innocence fit infants incents of incest | |
| Burn in incense, I'm intense | |
| Funny how the powerful scent just dents his senses | |
| Don't even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone | |
| To relentless, sequences that leap fences | |
| beating all human kind to defenseless | |
| So I shift for, never sick for | |
| with a swift sword, clipped and flipped this mic for | |
| Speechless, never with weakness | |
| he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif | |
| Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess | |
| And at peace request | |
| I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest |
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