Obie Trice - I'm Back lyrics

"You better check your files..." {*echoes*} {A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist} [Obie Trice] I'm onery honestly, I ain't gotta be co*ky It's a aura about my persona I be rockin You can't ever knock me, I'm old triclops My mental vision is clearer, than the red eye drops n***as stop, I really came from grams, 100's Grams and onions with major plans to run sh** Rubber band man like fam that's Southern n***a this is the truth, this ain't a jam for frontin Obie Trice, the first black rap artist To reach a platinum plaque from where home exists (yes) And they hold me down but of course you got haters Haters, get 16 shots, now who's your favorite Made it honestly, without havin to rob ya Honestly you should be happy I'm not up in ya Honda Or your Capris, capiche? You scared I'm a beast on these beats, releasin masterpieces "Cheers" was the debut, look what a n***a gave you Your dollar spent well instead of me tryin to play you Now it's my second effort, effortless The weapon is still kept in the scrotum section and I still rep my wreckless set Screw crabs, they're underneath the earth restin 'Til I'm beneath the dirt Show me a n***a hotter God damnit I'll invest in him (woo!) n***a got it locked, ain't no testin him Plus I got a Glock that'll subtract chest on him