[Intro]
This feels like me
Yea, and I'm ready, uh huh
And don't it feel so good?
It's good to know Hip-Hop is back
So watch ur a**, it's actually about to drop in fact
[Verse 1]
Uh-Oh!! You see them clouds comin'?
You hear the loud thunderin'?
You see them crowds runnin'?
I think we found somethin'
The town's tumblin', down, I see the ground crumblin'
I put my heart in the track, that was the sound thumpin'
The Tony Stark, of this art, my arc
Reactor get to sparkin' and start
Don't get it twisted, I'm a great white shark, in a dark
Pool, but I ain't no fool, I learned to market it mark
So now they tell me I'm the topic of conversation
Apparently, I got everyone and they mama waitin'
On a hungry honky confirmation, no hesitation
I lined my rhymes with the constellations
In a response to hatin', I guess that I'm back from my vacation
And I'm really in the prime of my life
And ain't it feeling like the timin' is right?
I'm a rock star, what? y'all thought that Haley's Comet was bright?
Well, click the page, hit the comment and likes
[Hook]
Yea, I don't know who y'all f**in' wit'
But you never heard no sh** like this
I'm a muaf**in' pro, oh! I know ya missed me
I'm back in the studio, we makin' history
Uh-huh, yea, I'm where its at
And don't it feel so good? it's good to know Hip-Hop is back
So watch ya a**, it's actually about to drop in fact
[Verse 2]
They say I k** it in the south
Cause I don't bling, but the words I sing
Shine like a grill is in my mouth
Topple buildings, knock the ceiling of your house
I can show you what real is all about
Just put the city on my back, I can hold it, on my shoulders
Cause they literally got my f**in' back like they stole it
I'm just a poet, with the sting of a locust
Don't take no ad-vice cause show biz-ness is bogus, so if
Ya'll don't like this sh**, you can turn it
Go purchase, that weak sh**, then half to return it
That sh** ain't even worth askin' your boy to burn it
A bunch of the same old sh**, already heard it
They say that practice makes perfect
Guess my practice was worth it, cause I be mashin' the verses
Every track has a purpose, and add to that I'm an actual person
The act is over for these fake a** rappers, it's curtains
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Every sentence, will leave your a** trumped like an apprentice
It's lookin' bleek for these cats, call 'em Memphis
The pretentious, boy is off the benches
Those who have witnessed, his sk**, develop interest
Hard as the concrete, eMCees can't compete
Somehow, they can get beat on but can't get on beat
You don't want me, to air out your dirty laundry
I stay right on your heels, yea, I got long feet
Gazuntite, your mic, yea, I bless the track
Wes is back, na-na-no need to question that
I guess it's left to me, you s.o.b.'s, are less than whack
Or it'd be rest in peace, cause y'all would be the d**h of rap
I'll leave you kids scramblin', dudes is just ramblin'
I guess I'm back on my grizzly like I'm Brick Tamlin
I'm goin' all in, like I'm the sh** gamblin'
So eat a dick sandwich, 'fore I inflict damage
[Hook]