Mayday! - The Comeback lyrics

Yes. I know it's been a while. Thank you for keeping my seat warm. Yo, yo... [verse 1] He's been off the radar, but Cannon's at it again And it seems it's amateur hour for average kids But I raise the average, kid, with a mix so clean That I don't even have to master this sh** The Walter Cannon is lit and no one's fatter than this, he's dope You get the picture like the camera click? Do you get the point or do I have to hammer it in? My Rapt fam splattered these kids, I was just glad to a**ist It's pretty hard to follow after this sh** But as a matter of fact don't even matter a bit Cause I don't rap to get rich, I just rap for the kicks I'll cop a pair of Jordan 5s cause I rap for the kicks But I can barely afford vans, I'm clearly a poor man But truth is your future's got a scarier forecast So here's a little slice of advice that's very important If I say goodbye tonight, make sure I'm buried at your hands [Chorus] Hell yeah, hell yeah Everybody says "hell ya, hell ya" When we take it home though Oh no it's been a while, yup, I've been tied up But now I'm back on my grind, yea so I just Shout it though the microphone When we take it home [verse 2] It's Walter Cannon upgraded, revision with a new edition He should do it every year and make a new tradition Reverse engineer it to a cool condition Fix backwards like I spay dudes and neuter women They move into position at this dude's volition Key low, never lets police know who's complicit He's got his kilo, that's what he's doin' with it A real cunning linguist like he's cooter kissin' Too delicioius, triple x sh** Never rusty, never reckless So if they take cheap shots like tetan*s They and their whole block's going down like tetris Learn a lesson, get the message sh** even if it's just the essence You'll be a phantom cause I be a menace Yes, you will be history just like the rest is [Chorus] Hell yeah, hell yeah Everybody says "hell ya, hell ya" When we take it home though Oh no it's been a while, yup, I've been tied up But now I'm back on my grind, yea so I just Shout it though the microphone When we take it home [Verse 3] And I still ride the rhyme scheme, not till the tune is finished Just do it to precision's how I provide your provisions I'm a black cat, they're superstitious I Rapt that because my mind's slow but my computer isn't But whose decision was it to give these dudes permission To drop CDs with weak steeze like True Religion? They're stupid kids and can't even do division Can't even do addition, young bloods need supervision Yea, you and your man's lame, it's a damn shame It's like the the rap game needs a Band-Aid I tell em try rapping without a brand name I could keep it up for days but I'm afraid I can't stay So shouts to Rapt cause they inspired the beats Oh jeez, them OGs even higher than me And you might be hooked, so I'll just say at the end That if you want another hook you gotta play it again, my friend Yes sir, feels good to be back