Kashmire - Guess Whos Back lyrics

[Verse 1] Im so past the riddles, lets go back a little Where I only used to talk about big gats and diddled Bout the life I don't live and how I would ax the middle Of your dome, give you broken bones, f** that they're scribbled out How about we reminisce on all the better sh** Instead of all these dumb rappers who can't structure predicates So tell a b**h to be like kung fu G.I. Joe and get a grip And if I'm never heard ill be a ghost writer sellin piff, uh I'm a young dumb talented rapper But I'mma work my a** off to be the gallanted cracker To save the game of hip hop or at least be a part of it The thought of it is pretty wise ever since I started this Our parliament will never get me spittin some retarded sh** They're just f**in up ill be the Reagan to their Carter sh** I'm the one to succeed and do better for a decade I do this sh** for love I wouldn't mind it if I get paid tho [Hook] 3x Guess Who's Back (You know my name, yo) The one who spits that crack (Oh yeah, yeah) Guess who's back (You know my name tho) Kashmires back kashmires back now kash is back [Verse 2] To entertain and renovate the game, watch me demonstrate Correctly making music smoking sour like how lemons taste And on my dinner plate are beats and venues in the area They're just not the same, you know this when you smoke hysteria The barrier I set behind myself will never get crossed Cause Jesus wasn't the label I wrote on it, get lost I bet Ross thinks that he's great, but ill attack your Brett boss Your heart boss, and if you come with heat ill get your tech tossed I'm tryna prove I spit greater than most I don't give a mother f** about your paper your toast Your bread that you got for spittin hillbilly's drinking vodka Absolute Trash homie you ain't spittin proper now [Hook] [Verse 3] And won't quit, oh sh**, you thought that I was serious I mean I know I shine bright but yall actin delirious And Eddie Murphy wouldn't be happy with your experience So know your role before you wanna step up to a lyricist You hearin this? Kash straight f**in with your mind Wordplay stern like Howard now I'm lookin to find Another notebook, last one I stuck it with rhymes Bound to be the kids choice, bring your buckets of slime, uh How many times I gotta prove that I'm a protege Shout out to Smoked Out no doubt we got a problem G Cause all these hard headed artists think they as hard as me But when we battle they're just going down like our economy How do I breathe? that's what your girls sayin When I eat for 20 minutes and have her world swaying Got her rockin, got me? why am I so co*ky Cause I'm the f**ing sh** now watch her ride it like a jockey