Al Basics - Resurrection (Queens Is Back) lyrics

[Verse 1] I resurrected from the fires of hell with a staff and halo Brain's plato not to be played though In plain clothes shining with a saint's glow Smoking out the frame, watch my name creep to fame slow Ah.. the smart hop is infiltrating A song about a craft, a crowd's anticipating A sign of anarchy overthrows this situation Tell those who be dissing Basics, never turn your back on greatness A descendant of that Queens Honor You know that Nas, Tribe, Fif, Cool, Mobb Line up Used to pull all nighters so the doughs higher This the new truth for the old liars I've never been one to compare my dreams to fantasies They thankfully actually served as guides to my strategy And now I'm actively a true pa**ive geek who has to be in boom bap rap tragedy I've paid dues but that debt is nowhere near done I understand this talents worth a billion I treat my foes like them hoes who be sick son I dont f** with them, that is enough I come from hard blocks, right off the 7 train Out in Queens where most dream to erase the pain But we can't so we stumble on dismissing fame Run when it begins to rain, wonder if we'll end the games [Break] Straight out the f**ing dungeons of rap, let them know Queens is Back.... Scholar [Verse 2] I've had enough of the right way, waited heavy on these f**ing light weights Get your bars up, but first get out my face Speak to me like you'd speak in a lion's cage Racing with a giants pace your facing rage with patient traits Don't let casual dressing fool ya This Whitman and Mahatma mixed with Poe and Luther So I show maneuvers of ignored intruders Whose soul purpose is to expose abusers Break it down simpler, my minds out the matrix No longer connected, I'm no longer impatient I do what I do and the muse helps me does it, or do it, whatever as long as its the ruckus I'm better now than I ever been before I've explored the inner now that peace in me brings war This pure, it's boom bap matured Recipe's everlasting kamerata 3rd phloor But these rappers will front like I ain't k**in sh** Like I ain't what they try to be, like I ain't a lyricist The catalyst, graduate dropping adequate man*scripts Advocate alchemist practicing pa**ionate battle scripts Get off me, money talks but that sh** be costly Im a nomad with a pad and my pen is the trophy A poet with a past that be laughing real low key As much as you could have heard these f**ers don't know me The type to sit, blow trees, and do it real slowly See how they hate my whole steeze like my sh** be corny Then I log into my networks and all I see is some cloned me's Even how they pose b that sh** is just so me