[Intro]

Yo

Fuck with me

If you can

Ya

Uh

[Verse 1]

We bring that rap back

We bring that wack shit out back to the shack

And then stab that, multiple times

Painted better than mine

A couple people told me I’d be better off being a little more kind

Ha, fuck ‘em

I take my nuts out of my hands and tell the world to suck them

I got tired of being stuck, amounting up to nothing

My rhymes the only reason I equated out to something

I sunk and sip a Canadian club until I’m tucked in

Gotta kick it, demons out here screaming in my ears, they're sounding wicked

(Neph gon’ follow closely if you think that you gon' miss it)

The visions too explicit

Real life, hoping it isn’t

So I’m taking this knife to cut out your gizzards

Bitches, scratching together these lyrics whenever my tongue itches

Get the chitter chatter, I hear some hisses

I know a bunch wishes on my fucking downfall

But you’ll never see me or my shadow like a groundhog

[Hook]

I said, move get out of the way

I’m coming through with the evidence

Come examine exhibit A

You and the jury gon’ have ample time to deliberate

Let me give it to you straight though

When you hear it, better lay low

Move get out of the way

I’m coming through with the evidence

Come examine exhibit A

He goes by the name of Neph

Walkman around his neck

Its press play to live, press stop and that’s your last day

Pray, uh

[Vocal Sample]

When this misery was

When this misery was over

A hundred other miseries exactly like this one will be awaiting you

[Verse 2]

Battle Axe the movement, steadily show improvement

I’m keeping the coast alive, when I talk its bombing fluid

Rise the golden army, armed to the teeth

Never defeated, bomb on repeat. Hold onto your seat

Neph, I’m up next. IPad raps, relapse of reading back my text

Fuck it, I can’t help but flex my biceps (I do)

Growing up on the island used to have me prone to violence

Bad dreams when I sleep so I try not to close my eyelids

Splattered, leave you scattered, swing my axe like Hank Darren

Batter batter bloody past like the red baron

Double propeller, rotary flow, leave you chopped like tartar

Chase you down with some hard bar

It’s the new world order

Prince of my city, bet he’s calling me Ali Ababwa

Ride the magic carpet, hop off it ‘cause I’m a martyr

Fuck it, got a parachute, pull it. Yo, what’s a bullet to a fucking flying star

To fuck with BAX, yeah you oughta

[Hook]

I said, move get out of the way

I’m coming through with the evidence

Come examine exhibit A

You and the jury gon’ have ample time to deliberate

Let me give it to you straight though

When you hear it, better lay low

Move get out of the way

I’m coming through with the evidence

Come examine exhibit A

He goes by the name of Neph

Walkman around his neck

Its press play to live, press stop and that’s your last day

Pray, uh