Masterminds - Bring It Back (feat. Mr. Khaliyl) lyrics

(feat. Mr. Khaliyl) [Chorus x8] Bringing back that old New York rap [Oracle] When I show you how make it hot, little chickens flock bu*t naked bu*tocks make n***as act unorthodox Not trying to get in please, half of ya'll got some sort of disease Got and STD before your GED Shaking, what your momma gave you back breaking In one week got more strokes on your a** than cash them players be making Smells like bacon in the room when you finished Toxins in the air Mrs. laboratory chemist Mixing poisons in your loins and Letting boys in like they toys you bent over Pick up my words like 4 leaf clovers X-files false under your Skully like agent Mulder Tarik Holder name written in government folders Golden mind swollen multi-dimensional zoning On a cosmic level boning making stars for the zodiac At 10 years old known in my hood as a brainiac [Chorus x8] [Mr. Khaliyl] I jam like traffic so watch me rock your whole intersection And have your crew running in 4 different directions At 90 degrees angles that connect at no point Til the missino is completed every sipher I anoint With my whip appeal as I whoop your crew single handed Living proof that the universe expanded when I landed On every continent island and water body existing On any planet in any galaxy I enlist in When I decide too be born into a form that is tangible Only because I made it firm enough to handle you Other than you be looking up in the sky waiting for mysteries While I'm steady creating history Picture me rolling like ome of these cats I'm aware of Without certain bodily parts men have a pair of Never happen, whether we rappin or we scrappin My only duty to awake you rudely if you napping cause we [Chorus x8] [Kimani] We bring it back to back like Siamese That's attached to the back of the knees Most labels lacking the fee To back a n***a like me one of the livest Mc's Out of the NY, capital K see when I Drop the semi-automatical, lyrically dramatical Grammatically written to leave a n***as head splittin Splittin rhymes to slice minds like enzymes in centrifuges Busting mines then lay back like the luge We upped the ante, bounced from the penthouse to shanty's And now second coming got believers quickly running for the Wax racks to pack stacks of black facts on fat tracks On black wax in knapsacks In back Ac's dipping with the volumen on 10 Down the Ave with my joint on your blend See ya'll need to comprehend every time this brother pick up his pen And thought you emerge many n***as get served now that's word We got you [Chorus x16]