[Verse]

Back to business, no acting different, I pace while I’m blazing lye

Racing through my mind, “How I’m gon’ take what’s mine?”

If you waiting for my new shit, patience pays, so wait in line

I been busy grave-digging my skeletons to face they crimes [ugh]

I wore these shackles, fuck a master, had to break the binds

Now I’m breaking bread with ancient minds, surfing space and time [yeah]

Seeing clearer, LASIK eyes, chase the prize

33, ain’t reached my peak, but ain’t no race when rhymes age like wines

Back on my BS, these rappers trapped in the Squid Game

While I sit back relax with the pack and listen to In Flames [yeah]

Ain’t no competition when MADic back in his pen lane

From savage snaps to the king gang, MADic mapping the end game [braatt]

Tree burner on my loose-leaf shit

Rapping till I whip in the Range white as Pookie lips

Prince Charming, high as fuck off of two, three zips

While two stepsisters tryna see do the coochie fit

Who? Me? Shit! Yeah, I’m that nigga that they talk about

On they walkabout, plotting how they gon’ talk him out

Of all that global domination awful shit he on about

And all that weed smoking, man, he ought to go the proper route [for real]

Shit, you mean the softer route

I’ma crank it up a notch, demolish any thoughts and doubts

That MADic lost his sauce when he was off and out

Nah, nigga, I still got a glass I stashed to last until Detox come out [yeah]

MADic got Binaca mouth, fresh spitting, let’s get it

Fair-weather rappers tried their best, but I bested it

Dip they toes in flows, I dove till my chest in it

Build a home in ocean lows, I invest in it [splash]

Lame dude acting you gon’ win, preposterous

I block these kids, in your girl’s cooter like a NuvaRing [yeah]

Soon the king, 33, might just cop a Jesus piece

Make you smooch the ring, but watch, imposters on they Judas ting [watch out]

Might cop an Oculus, moving all debaucherous

Metaverse coochie got me simping for an octopus [I love you, baby]

Off the kush, coughing, think my heart about to stop to push [cough]

Tell ‘em bring my flowers while I’m popping, not just posthumous [nah]

Real niggas move innocuous and drama skip

Dark matter through the nostril rips, on God, I’m on that shit [I’m high]

Oozing through my consciousness, set fire to your congresses

I’m already dropping bombs, all I need’s the phosphorus

Ostriches, yeah my neck stretching out for ya

If you think you out-foiled me, I got doubt for ya

Sending all the scouts for ya, find you in your house foyer

Suddenly you shy, oh, now you got that cloutnoia [huh]

But I ain’t really here for all that rah rah, skip

The drama blah blah, I’ma focus all my wits on all this drip [yeah]

Tell my momma on my kids that I ain’t had yet

That MADic got them godlike hits [I do]

I’m puffing eighths while I’m guzzling sriracha fifths

I ain’t quit till my Lady living Gaga rich

I’m on that aha, that aw nah, that jaw-drop shit [yeah]

On god, that Qapla, that scofflaw tip [let's go]

Son a rapper when your papa spits

I’m rolling oblong spliffs stocked with zaza piff

I love all God’s blicks, I’m talking brah brah sticks

And I stick to slick symphonies till all y’all quit

[Outro]

It’s Madic

I’m back at it [yes I am]

Back from out the casket [yes I am]

Resurrected to wreak havoc [yes I will]

Resurrected to get it cracking [you know I will]

Slapping rappers like it’s a habit [that’s true]

Mufucker, it’s MADic [that’s me]

Bu buduh bu buh bu [bu duh duh duh]

I think they get the point

I’m back

What can I say, what else can I add

I’m back