AB Studios - The Return - Part 1 lyrics

AB Studios, back by popular demand... [Muggy G] You know what it is, #TheReturn, #GetReady Return like the Jedi; I'm sick, use the netty... Pots, like Gregory be making I spit hot fire for all the clay he's baking... In the oven, yeah, like DJ's jerk chicken And Marcus' Moroccan, you know it's finger lickin' My mind is too bright, full of brilliance, luminous Crosby's got years of experience, numinous Thanks to Maya, I won the title Victory speech short and sweet - Ms. Eitel Livsey's an alchemist, or so I've been told But can she transform lead to gold? I can transform ya like that girl Megan Nater Puts on a lax penny, goes Terminator Caroline and Izzy, give me bagels 'n' advice Time to hand the mic to the boy Natty Ice [Natty Ice] Jack Frost is the marshal, Natty Ice spittin' fire May sound ironic, but I'm not a liar Now preach to the choir, like Breckwoldt on Friday Singing those hymns to please the almighty Mr. Always Dress Nice like Aidan Angelovich Mr. Score When I Want To - Zlatan Ibrahimovic Advanced Euro History with my boy Middlebrooks Machiavelli was a blue devil, loved himself some Dukes And it's not a fluke; credits, I got thirty Senior boy dorm, yeah you know it gets dirty So I'm sweeping up AB but I'm not Cinderella Can't talk to animals or sing a cappella But I speak español and Français with Ella Cause I'm dark, foreign, sweet like Nutella Everything I touch turns to Gold, Midas Repping the spartans like a boss, Leonidas At St. Steve's, acceptance is what we stand for Wanna talk acceptance? Harvard and Stanford Wanna talk SAT? twenty three fiddy My ambitions mile high like Denver - Zibby [Kimchino] Wanna talk SAT? That's a nightmare, like Jason Unless you love standards like Cox, Mason Mr. Hines' swag got me in a trance X on my paper, please give me "One More Chance" So we talk and he cuts me a deal, like Sillers Then we do the Magnum, but we're not Ben Stillers Keep em on their toes, like a ballerina Hanging with the sisters, Monika and Karina Hanging with the Ayres, chilling with the twins Lord, hear my prayers, absolve me from my sins When I need help telling wrong from right He leads me through like a light so bright [Lil' Vayne] Bright like Venus, I'm a lyrical genius My mind is a temple, just like Athena's... And Nike, yeah, so don't take me lightly Struggle is real, daily and nightly I beat the beat up, put it in a coma My name too big, can't fit in a diploma Not Mikey Lopez but my hair game is intense National team, shout out to the Quincess Rogers on the diving board, Evarts on the field The lord is my sword, the lord is my shield The lord was my shepherd, right from the start Now let's talk about affairs of the heart The girl I love, never met one where I'm from Makes my heart go crazy, explode like a bomb Have to ask her something before the rap is done You know who you are: Anique, prom? [So Silky] Dougie on your neighbor, dougie on the floor Dougie with any of the AB Studios four No we ain't Mary, but we can give you Moore Get up off your seats if you want an encore...