Storms - Back In Effect lyrics

[Produced by Cayea] [Cayea] C.I. back in effect, stacking the deck Tell the kings and the queens there's a jack in the deck That's a pa**ionate threat, in my own lane No one pa**ing me yet, ‘cause I'm pa**ing the vets Mach five, soon to be top five In the bitter winter nights when they die I thrive My futures the least bit odd, why lie? All Tyler's decease when I rock tie die My my, oh my my Lyrical ability of Slaughterhouse times five So I guess I'm Vonnegut in 2-0-1-5 Why, why, why? Bird's got to fly So I'm painting the sky, sixteens on Sistine Michelangelo just may be alive A thousand and one flows, an Arabian knight On the mic, got the royal throne right in my sight [Storms] Stalk beats like a jackal Equivalency of Adam grabbing on the apple Pats on the back for my mans with the rap flow If raps were snacks then we have a whole bag full? f** that we be the factory Outsourcing all you whack emcee's Pushing out beats no capacity, and To go on after we would be tragedy We burn Jane like Calamity Take turns in lanes that's family That's family? Well fam to me f** with us bring horror like Amity Snow bunnies ‘round the arm like a tannery, and Tight tummies and curves like tangerines Missed calls on the hip not answering Pit falls from the spliffs, we be pa**in' ‘em [Interlude] Ya'll mainstream, we Espous creek Eight four Gods on an Opus beat To toke sweeter than we, that's a hopeless feat You've got better odds rubbing on rosaries [Cayea] Yeah supposedly, but I doubt it'll save ya' I'm raps savior, now bow to the maker So BA, ‘cause I do it so major The haters still love man, they just love anger [Storms] Yeah they love anger, they don't hate love No grades in this race, no way to rate us No scales can prevail, no way to weigh us But if a hater had to grade our aggregate is A plus [Cayea] Flow plush, damn it's immaculate Those trying to target my style inaccurate Just like the brother from Nazareth Agressive pacifist, J's are the only thing that I get pa**ive with [Storms] Bet your bottom dollar on these profits Using logic to disarm the long arm of the law Create some offsets, organize the groups of people Teach them how to see the evil Make regimes topple and fall This world is ours, yes [Cayea] Lights, camera action, man I'm too real Got the movie role, didn't even make a deal Or an audition, remember when you listen that The critics of my flow are also called morticians Study my body of work and you can learn The inner workings of the mind a master of murdering Always k**ing it verbally, man they have to have heard of me Too deep with the lyrics for them hear it? Oh, that never occurred to me