Intro Songtext
von DC

Back in my element, I′m back in my bag
Put down the mic for a second, I had to snatch it back
I tried to take a break but now I'm breaking bad
I′m an arsonist to a fireman, I'ma make em mad
I was made for the music, yeah it makes me glad
I was born to rip the mic to get on bars and spaz
No lies just truth I'm speaking only facts
They tried to put me in a box, told em never that
Now I′m back and I′m better than ever
Go ham on this money, get the bread and the cheddar
Pacific Ocean flow getting wetter and wetter
My brainstorms bringing thunder, got my head in the weather, oh lord
I ain't sign a dotted line, where the deals though?
You got some money but dawg let′s keep it real folk
But I can still out-rap your whole field though
No field goals, touchdown I'm in the end zone


Now I′ma fly like an eagle or a falcon
Cardinal sin not to be keeping it a thousand
I march with the saints, bear witness to the truth
You'll remember like a titan every time I′m in the booth
Call the bengals and the jags and the panthers
The king of the jungle, yeah I always got the answers
You charge like the Vikings you asking to get blasted
And I'm a tomb raider, I'ma jack you in your casket
Got the crowd ravin′, I′m the main event
The whole country run behind me, I'm a patriot
You made to quit so when I win I′ma stunt
I might take off on a jet headed straight to the bucks
David Goliath how I'm slaying the giants
Bite em like a brown widow watch em break when they dying
Tell your broad tell the truth, pack her out if she lying
Or steal her purse, find the evidence and see her be crying

I′m just playing, I don't believe in violence
But this pen bleeding will leave your skin red, you gon′ need the sirens
Ride em cowboy, I'm on the beat wildin'
I might ram you to the ground, no rest in peace, sleep in silence
This winning getting boring, I don′t see a loss
We both flying, you see pigeons, but I see hawks
You see a boss, I′m a legend in the ledgers
So you better get to steppin' boy you messin′ with a Texan

I ride beats like a chariot
You ride beats on a colt, I ride on Secretariat
So save yourself the embarrassment
I shoot like Jason Terry, you shoot like Shawn Marion
I pay my dues, you just pay the bills
Your favorite rapper on my plate when I make a meal
You a dolphin, I'm a navy seal
You straight flossin′ with your money you ain't never seen no 80 mil


I ball like I′m Lonzo
I been ran the game like a bronco, you lames finna fall behind
Head honcho, and even if I fade
I'll still be the chief of this rap thang till I'm 49
Straight out the casket and straight to the booth
A straight up assassin homie the juice is loose
Allow me to introduce ′fore I lose a tooth
Without further ado it′s Hype Music II