[Intro]

And now

This is the moment you've all been waiting for

It's time!

For our main event of the evening

[Hook]

I’m back on attack

Lethal crack to you wack people

This is real shit that I spit

Make the crap dribble

Crack steel, psychopathic rap feel

Triple six when I despatch a track

That’s evil

Shot a misfire on that Bring Me Down ting

Refreshed and inspired, now I’m bound to begin

Correcting the libel, denouncing the pricks

And those who survive will bow down for the King

[Verse 1]

Early days I was living with the lights out

Fuses blown, apathetic in the mind, how

Did I get into this? Tri-six influence, rivals in prudence

Sicky, pipe down

Roll the stone aside, bright now the lights on

Put back in the right mind when I write songs

Roll up a tube and slide in my bygones

Explode the load by lighting the pipe bomb

Unchained, I been doin' shit to die soon

Undo tight screws, mind like a typhoon

Ali-like moves in a time that I sight you

Watch your back and see what karma provides you

Do my own style, abiding by my laws

Feeling high like I’m ridin' the white horse

Murder a man if it’s time and the right cause

Put me in my grave and I wave as I write yours

[Hook]

I’m back on attack

Lethal crack to you wack people

This is real shit that I spit

Make the crap dribble

Crack steel, psychopathic rap feel

Triple six when I despatch a track

That’s evil

Shot a misfire on that Bring Me Down ting

Refreshed and inspired, now I’m bound to begin

Correcting the libel, denouncing the pricks

And those who survive will bow down for the King

[Verse 2]

Stirring shit like Piers

I’m creating your demise, God-like spits, tight

Here’s a word to the wise, thot I might pick right

I’m the number one of guys

Got ‘em white kicks, flights

They be jealous of me, why not? (ha ha)

Superman, Raoul Silva, I’m gunned up

Monday to Sunday

On the runway ya bum drunk

This is your warning

Make a wrong move and I’ll dunk

Click clack *click clack*, sick track

Pile the bodies up in my trunk

Show 'em I can spit bars, Usain, I’m this fast

I could sell my shoes and have the dough to buy your sick car

When I’m on the mic you ain’t ever gonna skip past

Uh, everyone’s a target to my lip blast

Opinion’s prevalent

I’m revelling in relevance

Enveloping your cerebrum

I’m everything, I never end

I’m heavenly, I’m heaven-sent

And everything I ever said’s

Compelling, we developing

A dwelling up in heaven’s penthouse

[Outro: Broken Hook]

Back

Back, Back

Back, Back

Crack steel

Psychopathic rap feel

Rap feel

Psychopathic rap feel

Shot a misfire on that Bring Me Down ting

Refreshed and inspired, now I’m bound to begin

Correcting the libel, denouncing the pricks

And those who survive will bow down for the King

[Outro]

Wow!

And it is all over!

*Cheering and clapping*