Ayo Kembe? Thank you for keeping Hip-Hop alive, fuck what other’s perspectives is, you one of the g.o.a.t’s. May yo name be mentioned when amongst all the great’s! 🙏🏽
Ayy, back at it The recipe, I have it Ya destiny I control it Don’t make this static a habit I’m hip-hop, you a rabbit But 8 Mile was a classic I manifest, you imagine You ain’t cut from this fabric Was burnin rubber in traffic With King, Richard, and Magic On a mission to get it, twist the swisher and lit it I (puff puff) then I passed it Literature was my passion Ain’t hide the 9 in my fashion but I’m a rhyming assassin I saw the target and hit it, every bar was acidic Way before I did acid I found the apple and bit it Just cause they said it’s forbidden, that's what made it attractive I had to Earn a living, not a urn with my ashes my nigga [Chorus] I’m back at it [Verse 2: ICECOLDBISHOP] Uh, look My mama crazy, my mind went crazy First to use the throw away cause I’m courageous Knew you was bitch I saw the future I’m so Raven I watched my closest homie die up on that pavement So when we go double back we gone make sure that we shoot where your troubles at Was born in the dungeon was raised in the ghetto it wasn’t no love in that She fucked all the homies I fucked on her too but it wasn’t no love in that It wasn’t no It wasn’t no It wasn’t no It wasn’t no trust on that bitch but I love on that bitch cause I’m infatuated with devils Was never no killa but when it came to it I’m probably the one that’s gone pick up the shovel I’m probably the one that’s gone pick up the shell cases Hell raising, young miscreant Young nigga government benefits My Glock on me so I’m innocent And let a muhfucka know [Chorus] I’m back at it [Verse 3: Kembe X] My heritage is pipes and needles, my DNA faded So your dope don’t really phase us, don’t know how else I could phrase it Environment been morphing us, we tapped into the matrix Don’t pick the wrong cross to die on, don’t feel like Jesus gone save us Please save all of the back and forth my niggas is thirsty for action, uh We’ll go there if you askin for, they swear that violence the answer, uh Folks is bored, testing me put a dot on you like multiple choice, uh Slidin' as quiet as whispers, ain’t got no time to be raising his voice, uh Let me switch the subject so I don’t feed brodie ego This time next year we be in New Zealand eating fried flamingo, uh No broads in Atlanta but got plugs in the OC How I handlin' my doe is low just keep that shit lowkey, uh Wide mouth, vacuum sealer, busy body, hit my Wick'r, not my line Taxing please fill out ya W-9’s, uh I’m my father dealer reincarnated Pushin that purina, he got to it ‘fore the dog ate it, bitch [Outro] I’m back at it I’m back at it
