[Verse 1] He who's back like guess again Be the OG with these new age testaments They save scrilla as they bumpin on the dilla Them audio dope dealers and sound wave k**ers SAVEMONEY Can't join em or k** us with them weak tactics That be warfare for guerrillas To them Soft n***as hurting thats a bunch Clay Aiken Starving and shaking how they left em in the basement Deep down waiting for they spots in the light But the gloves don't fit those who tossed in the fight The underhanded left right rotting in the dust Feeling cold how his soul be so hot to the touch He speak tongues as he spit to the church And lost em in they speech when he sparked up the Dutch And thats a med to the clucks f** a n***a life up in the name of a buck In the city where the wind don't sleep The sun don't rise how the moon stay peaked Yo day stand still if you lost them sheep in the nightime Where them wolves hounding yo dogs if the cuts prime Rough rough Rough is how they keep it The barks so loud that the bite ain't no secret Unless you wanna peep it And get left six feet beneath it Runaway tail tucked little creatures Preach it when he spoke speak leave em speechless Kept em breathless every time he seem to breath script Trust how the words stay clutch The eyes on the money for them ls that you puff Yo he open eyes to the unseen Theories make em dream puffin dimethyltriptamine