Reign of Terror - Emperor's New Clothes (Run That sh** Back) lyrics

Reign of terror in your area Causing ma** hysteria [Verse 1: Bruce Li] They say penny for your thoughts, it's more expensive when I'm pensive Plenty of scents, the smell of success what I'm sensing Better pen a check to spend before I lend more than a sentence Yes relentless, of course cuz when I pen I'm winning pennants Never penance, this court is giving innocents the sentence And the fortune's for the bold, so apprehend the apprehensive Try to defend it, I'm a k**er check forensics Well I guess that's my intention, dead presidential incentives Get the message? Yes they best inaugurate the kid A lot of greats are dead so I would contemplate instead What I got at stake I won't mistake the thoughts up in my head I will not delay I'll make the world acknowledge words I said Precocious with the flow you couldn't notice when I wrote this But then I spoke this and put the world underneath my hypnosis With the ticking of the pendulum Pay critics no attention cuz I make em stick it up I'm sick as f** they never bend a thumb But if they do then i dismember 'em Now the beat is getting numb f** 'em with flow and when I'm done I make December come Spit it wish you comprehend it I'm the beginning and the finish, so I indent then end it [Hook: Bruce Li and Ryan Kelly] If you don't get my sh**, well sh**…Then gon' run that sh** back, gon' run that sh** back Every time that I rap each line, have to tap rewind, that's a fact Gon' run that sh** back (x5) Every time that I rap each line have to tap rewind, that's a fact Gon' run that sh** back [Verse 2: Ryan Kelly] My words come off the paper like a pop-up Wicked stiff lips to the kids your damn sons and ya daughters Bringing rap back to all the boys and girls From teeny boppers to the coppers and the ones with the curls Coming up fast like hurl, reaching slow for the porcelain Cause more dro and more jack proceeds to give me more spins So get, riled up, cause my mad dough piling up The final resting place of prezzies worth a mothaf**ing milli yup Kick the cuff rocking skinny things tight on my nuts Shooting up silly string f**ing snow on the bluff Tux and tie black on white getting jiggy with the junk Spitting ten millie words with subs bumping in the trunk It's the bad boy on the track The bad kid stealing all your toys on the track The only kid to kick it like Freud on the track Flip your channel back I'm repping white noise no black No, Miss Mary Mack With the, most beef rapped since the motherf**ing BIG Mac Bust gats smack a** through a plug in my damn Mac While a b**h blowing me down like a motherf**ing stick stack [Hook]