Freddie Gibbs - Wild Style lyrics

Is the return of the wild style, just [?] Wild style, wild style Is the return of the wild style, just [?] Is the return I'm on a spiritual high smoke that lyrical lie, My cutties keep that vanilla sh** in the sky Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by, The burner in your face means you got some sh** in your eye I fire shots put your a** in a quiet box And when the riot stops I'm the one firing cops I smoke Phillies I can k** an entire box I'm the Gorilla k**er you on ya mozilla firefox Try and bark, I'll put you down on dead dogs‚ cause I'm a shark Really to you I'm Reinhart, I run over ya head, leaving your face with tire marks, put a grenade in your mouth And blow your life apart, And any mission I embark has a violent start, Bloody ending is so depending if the knife is sharp, This is psycho talk my blades lipo-sharp, I'm down to fight a whole block, f** the cops! [Chorus:] Is the return of the wild style, wild style Just [?] Wild style, wild style Is the return of the wild style, just [?] Is the return All I do is write verses and wrap up rubberbands Roll a'84 and roll up a Wood with my other hand And I f** with felons don't f** with the F.E.D.s They know I'm selling something ain't nobody selling cd's Another trick up my sleeve, but another b**h that I'm sticking I introduce to the sniffing and dick in different positions Got introduced to some friends and sit back as if I was flipping She sniffing that sh** in daily, your daughter need interventions! That's some cold sh**! Fred, you musta be smoking water when you wrote this Nah I'm in Brooklyn, back from Gary fresh off a dope flip Do the speed limit pay attention and never smoke sh** Call up Dominican H and told him I was posted! Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers Heat the microwave and cut up them cookies like Famous Amos sh** get rectified by sticking this dope in a b**h's an*s [?] shoot that to my brother let's get this paper b**h! [Chorus] Flow superior to others often than I'm fell Freddie and fred feel like I'm talking to myself Far as rhymes I'm awesome, the metaphors I own want they own line in a auction Caution n***as I'm often, no discussion, [?] take care of the coughin, robatussin. Selectah [?] I ain't really got beef I'm just kind of collector Is the return of the wild style ice in the quarter rock back to the vials now They one dimensional I got styles now, tomorrows best lyrics is my freestyles now I respect you when you when you spit sh**, you far from nice you need jet blue to get there [?] My terminology but I [?]