[Intro: Rhyme Recka] Yeah, It's been a while yall I'm back in your brain though, Yaknowhatimsayin You know where I'm from, Killa Hills, Staten Isle 10304, Shit is real Yo, I feel like I'm goin back to the future Knowhatimsayin, Gotta take it back to go forward
[Rhyme Recka] Let me put it all on front street Half of these dudes is lunch meat The truth make em run like a track meet Bed time stories they pack heat Only steel they carry is scrap heat Below sea levels it's that deep I turn live cats to dog food Feed em to my goons with big spoons Leave your bodies tatted with knife wounds Aint nothin animated but cartoons Brokeback niggas is high noon Wolves come out on the full moon The fake get exposed in a dark room Curfew, Bout to get dark soon Even killa whales get harpooned Like cats don't know that my darts wound Reckless, Next on my death list Blow your candles out on a death wish No rest for the wicked you restless Weed makes the wisest reckless Either run from or respect this Blood stains the ice in your necklace The heart leaves competitors chestless Get in beef or guard to protect this Even hurt the opposite sexes Not until the preacher confesses I am what the after effects is Been hated on since I came out Game clout, Fans shout my name out Jewels, Money, Movies, And fanged out But dudes still don't know what my brain bout Force'n me to bring them fangs out Force'n me to pull them things out Jealous we don't travel the same route Haters I'ma play your game out Been this way since day one It's kinda like the harder they come But don't nothin move til you make one Only wise men can play dumb That's why me and fools relate none Dollars make the cents when the day's done You aint never been where I came from Physically born but became none You can always shop with the same gun A marathon, How ill my brain run Mind's still sharp as a razor Grind's still precise as a laser I should the mental down with the data
