Yung Teez-R - Back To The Rhyme lyrics

[1st Verse] Gimme the mic or I'mma snatch it like a savage I serve an ace, put up deuces, get the advantage I'll show you what a perfect ten is, you boys is average Damn I'm feeling mean yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, ya-yeah! I'm ominous, mmhmm I'm o-minous Get your vocabulary up - that wasn't word to Dennis I kinda marvel at how you boys are so comical - Withdraw. Don't cross the line if you can't spit it this raw Naw, ironically enough my sh** is never undercooked I'm so destructive in my field - I should be overbooked You boys degrading, under C's so you're overlooked I'm working on my choruses so I can keep them hooked Hook, line and sinker, the deeper thinker - it's set in stone No matter how much you tinker, just like a singer I set the tone They a-do-re-mi-fa-so many different reasons They'll fall in love with the winner for at least half the seasons And some will spring up cause they fiending for the heat Regardless of what you're looking for chances are I got what you need You ain't met a force strong as that in these metaphors Listen, it's just physics: you gravitating towards the boy… [2nd Verse] Now back to business, pay attention in these five minutes This a solo effort just to show you how my mind is in it See when you're always dropping bombs, you're bound to go over heads Rappers got terrible aim with all their shots, it seems they all misled They all the same, all cut from the same fabric I leave you washed up as soon as I drop some magic No hearing aids, but a n***a so so def I'm so so def my edge will leave you boys looking jagged From now on you need to know Yung Teez-R is the motion I am what the noise about, I am the commotion The way I stay on track you would think it's locomotion But it's all plain to see like it's crashing in the ocean When my illness spreads nobody got the potion The things you say put in question your intelligence quotient Well I guess that makes you boys kids to me Making me the G.O.A.T, greatest of all time in history Initially I had to give you my initials The flow, I never force it, so I'm tapping my potential Best of the best - only one of my credentials And they say that life is sweet but homie mine is presidential But on a real I only race against time At 19 it's expected that I've reached my prime Homie best believe I'm only getting started My arrival's here to make you take flight, or join the dearly departed: You choose... [3rd Verse] Banter with homeys from home keeps me homing Accurate and precise, understand I've been honing Sk**s to make the bars more barbaric than Conan Doyle. That art thurr sure lock my mental homes, boy I make you seem prepubescent, it's elementary I'm in my element, me and music got perfect chemistry And though I Rock, you ain't smelling the sh** I'm cooking up What I'm dropping is mega, n***a you ain't Good enough So take the rhyme you were going to write to go behind the mic To try and spit and you can Throw It In The (trash) Bag Go shed a tear and gnash your teeth, wake yourself up from The-Dream 'Fore it turns to the worst mare you ever had Don't get it twisted I didn't forget the 'night' Sir I'm showing that I can haunt you at any given time I k** myself, so I can be my own ghostwriter But I'm not on the sewer side, I ain't a ninja turtle fighter Wished a n***a would, Master Splinter you got Kicking nasty flows, ain't a plumber who could unclog sh**ting on them like I don't know where the loo is - Leona I got farther/godfather they treat me like Vito Corleone (ah) But now I am switching the flow up You rappers are kidding, you n***as should grow up I'm planting these seeds in your minds all the time Eventually you will have green you can roll up My joints show you that you cannot blow my high But don't turn them into a bone of contention You on the same old sh**, you better retire Don't think this is real? You better start pinching I need not mention, deserve recognition For all of my drive, kept the key in Ignition I ain't R. Kelly, but s**as is pissing Me off, see I only hear repetition About reputations that's yet to be proven Telling you straight, giving lessons in ruling The Great Zimbabwean - I leave the game ruined Rap is a language, in which I'm fluent They tryna figure out who my influence is Wasting their time, they cannot get immune to this There was a time when existed a cure for this Now there's no choice, you must go through with this I bet you're hoping that I'm through with this Yeah n***a, I bet you're hoping I'm through with this - But not yet... [4th Verse] This is the fourth, the back and forth is almost complete Should serve as a warning for anyone tryna compete No longer need to prove my capabilities to anybody We should stop giving these cape abilities to anybody Too many rappers is thinking they're Clark Kent While they're laying in their crib tonight, I'm trying to get my vision right Tryna show it to the blind, open up the blinds So take a peek through the curtain of the window to my mind You'll notice that I am just like a breath of fresh air Nothing could compare, to the imprints that I bear I notice blank stares as I'm moving up the ranks On such a high plain of thought you'd think I f** with dank But that ain't the case - that life would never suit me That's not a shot at stoners though, just showing how I do me Not bad for a newbie huh? Sure you don't wanna panic yet? Four words: April 16 - PsyCho an*lysis Gone