(Verse 1: Nick Will)

Come in wit proficiency

You wishin that you hittin me

If misery was mystery

Then feelings don't mean shit me

We piffin tree infinitely

And gettin bitches slippery

Hillary is history cuz synergy is victory

Ain't no competition cuz in my division

I envision division of addiction and forgiven imprisonment

I lay way back

Hey don't waylay rap

Tamed the game gained the pain

Ain't fate, chasin hayday you say jack

Fake daps? Take that, you stay whack, straight facts

I drove down the road with a heavy load

Tryna keep a steady flow, stopped then came back

Come up in the studio kill it and mix it, order a playback

Run it back, beast mode, runnin back

Heat flow, wanted that

Nowadays we only fire beats and mumble rap

Auto tune to fuckin max

I can't even stomach that..

(Break)

Hip Hop is comin back

Hip Hop is comin back~

(Verse 2: Nick Will)

Return of the boom bap

They askin who's track is that

I leave 'em blasted at the aftermath

And after that, you haters gonna have to pass

Your bars fake, but they cling, call it plastic (w)rap

I kick ass like kid cass made dizaster mad

They collided

Look at the strength im providin

Remind you guys that i won't be signin, free will ridin

Time i decide will i die for the ride? or get high and fly to the sky

When i get up in the booth baby slide to the side

Lemme kick a line, synthesize my rhymes and lets ride..

Hip Hop is on the rise