I’m back at it, everybody, look at me go

The flow is so killer that it should be illegal

Word to my people still bumpin’ that Neighborhood CD, though

Hope you copycats are gettin’ ready for the sequel

I’ma diss the world and never ever am I feelin’ ‘bad

Bring it to the booth cuz I’ve had it with the chitter chat

I’m about to clean these city streets with a lil’ pizazz

You gon’ see me turn from black sheep into a brillo pad

Oh, they know I’m nice, oh they know I’m flowin’ tight

Oh, they know that I go poltergeist when I’m smokin’ mics

Oh, they know I’m sippin’ scotch and I want it over ice

So this Second Round’s On Me likе I was Obie Trice

Welcomе back, fanatics, this is everything you wanted from me

Rap until I’m out the country, juggling my wads of money

Talkin’ to a blondey bear so lovey dovey, but she doesn’t

Know that I am off the wall like uh….. Humpty Dumpty

I’ve got the keys to the city like I’m Khaled, boy

Step up, I’m never turnin’ down a battle, boy

Speak about me and you’ll probably see me mad annoyed

How you talkin’ ‘bout me when I’m leavin’ every track destroyed

I’m makin’ indents, burn you quick as incense

I’m from the woods, so it’s make sense my style is intense

I was pickin’ up sticks and rappin’ while I did that

I never had to push weight, I never had to flip crack

I never had to drink much, I never trusted bottles

I found my happiness while lookin’ forward to tomorrow

I put that on my tombstone, there’s nothing I can do wrong

Cuz when I’m feelin’ ‘down, I just go and write a new song

All I need is vocals with kick, snare, and bassline

All I need’s a black haired broad ready to FaceTime

All I need’s a TV with a Super Nintendo

Cuz I’ve been 1-upin’ ya’ll with what I do with the pencil

I free-hand the flow and turn your crew to a stencil

Gimme 3 minutes, then gimme a new instrumental

Rhyme scheme so bomb, I go kaboom to the tempo

I’m a hit it kapow, what a rickalous style

(Hook)

I’ve got a lil’ spot that I used to go and visit

When I wasn’t feelin’ all that hot like burr

I sat beneath the tree the back of my yard

And then I’d rhyme a whole slew of these words, like word

I got the words, I spit the words

I flip the words, words, and more words

I know the words, I love the words

They all heard, heard, they all heard, heaaaard

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