Howie Tee - Neva Go Back lyrics

Verse 1: I'm gettin' restless What guest list? I'm rushin' the percussion End of discussion Now as you were You rhyme soft like fur Oh, you write for her? Now that explain it But I reign it, I rule it So cool it, while I school it Listen, to precision Rhyming, timing, climbing through your window (Crooklyn style!) And we in yo Ravagin' your whole premises Don't never diss Cause here's your address Cause me bad yes, so come test me now Like Patra, I got it sewn like Sinatra Organized rhyme in effect Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble So, move on, there's nothing to see here Clear the area Your rhymes are dead, get the barrier To bury ya I'm very effective, I might add Original rude, since I was a little lad (Chorus: I neva go back, I neva flow wack I just come back, I just come phat) x2 Verse 2: I'm pumpin' like Donovan plus I'm a little vicious I eat emcees cause they delicious It's just that some mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid Now I'm back with How Stompin' like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells Fighting off diseased emcees Like Super Friends, in a metropolis, in a super Benz With Howie, now we got two threes f** it, six, gimme the mix, and I'm a k** 'em with the lyrics So dig a plot, and n***a got, seven Never doubt, I go all out, salida You need a map You need a rap You need a slap You need a nap So take one, because you're tired I get so phat, I feel wired But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell (Chorus x2) Verse 3: I don't beg I break your leg like a egg And fry it, try it, and see what happens when I'm rappin' sh** start So get smart like Max Cause cold hard facts prevail I don't fail, I don't turn pale But I'm very ill, I'm fatal I rock rhymes like a cradle Many days, many ways, let me count 'em Everybody that I caught, everybody thought But, but, bu-bu-but, don't stutter Just say it, sh** is bu*ter Now, don't that feel better? Get a sweater Cause it's gettin' colder, every time I hold a Mic, n***as freeze up, so ease up like, off the scrotum Cause you wrote 'em, like you know them So let me show them, real rhyme Cause I feel I might, start buggin' if you don't back up off the mic The lyrical war is on, and so I strike (Chorus x4)