Bringin' It Back

歌詞

(427) I put it down cuz y'all be puttin too much weight on it Twice as nice on thin ice, create the figure eight on it Puttin words together like a verbal 'Recta-set Disrespectin your copyrights, you nerds just ain't protected yet Inject the set of def lyrics into the vein I know you hated that you received the mutated strain Wit no immunity, to walk the underground community Ingenuity the key difference 'tween you and me (Yo who is he?) The question asked by cats who know class of Dope-ass track collab let you know just what you have In your presence, relaxin your skull like Herbal Essence This water's full of dull-ass rappers who need flouresecnts Like the undecidable low-rider on golden thangs I'm a fighter and a writer whose eyes on controllin thangs Like a Aussie enthusiast, got radio control Me and Asia amaze y'all wit all this soul Pourin out of every hole that it can I stand respected, poeticizing all of the experince I've collected To all of y'all who ever thought that you wrecked it Use the scientific method and make sure that you jack because (Chorus) (Planet Asia) 4x "All of these beats and these rhymes attached Mean that real niggas on the mic bringin it back" (Freddie Foxx) (Bringin it back) (Planet Asia) Yo I puff a long stick, hook up the pen for insight flame That's when I, invite your brain to the wind pipes of pain Identify, from the streets stealin soft cats, just wish they possums No need for actin tough cuz the government got satellites That could leave all my people snuff, wit the physical zap Over digital DAT's, I trap cats wit twenty-four tracks of pro-Black Most of these rap acts, skills they have bar-e-ly One-hitter quitters shit, that glitter shit is momentarily My raps is bomb that might leave MC's on shook So bomb I can't even travel on planes wit my composition book I cause natural disasters when I fold you in a sentence My smart bombs leave your soldiers blown in the trenches And regret this for the war between the devil and flesh And hungry niggas in the ghetto, they don't settle for less My attitude is uncompatible, pro-Black radical Hold ya thoughts before you talk, we even walk mathematical, what Chorus 4x (427) We gives a fuck but never rehearse a curse Snatchin you weak MC's purses wit these strong-ass verses (Planet Asia) It's like that y'all, we focusin on cleanin the Sticks (School Yard!) The type of niggas who be feindin for bricks (427) And take it serious, clear as a fiber optical incision Cut your rap life short, now you need to make a decision (Planet Asia) Street talk venomous spit, dynamic duos stayin true though Shittin on niggas' verses like feces from out your cool-o (427) You know, nickel and dime, the 2-0-9's finest rhymers Go ahead and rewind us cuz you'll never find what's behind us With your blinders on, we grind long hours and take showers To refresh, in the West we invest in rhyme powers And climb towers tall enough skyscrape, so why fake (Planet Asia) Phony MC's we make migrate Bologna MC's just hit the side gate for exit Wit all these beats and rhymes attached Y'all cowards know we on some next shit, now... (We bringin it back) Chorus 4x