[Verse 1: Mr Harris]
Now this for all the folks that thought they saw the end of me
Build up animosity, fueled all this energy
Met a lot of fake friends, candy land industry
Lyrical mixologist, my choice of chemistry
Battled through the misery, pain desires felicity
Cadence magic of t-mac, pen agent 0 through wizardry
You need a cookie cutter protractor to ever mimic me-
Brown,smooth handsome skin the color of Hennessy
Coming for all your ear drums, rhyme for personal tendencies
Call my cuzzo Curt up ask him present a remedy
Bridge gaps, spit facts injury these tracks clinically
War behind bars, spit penitentiaries
Got me f**ed up as I circle round this board game
Its bored game n***as switching up, broads change
I'm to raw main broadcasting through that broadband
Sacrificing numbers you would have thought that we had lost fans
Propeller see us breezing, blowing through the cross lands
Flow so cold, adopted jack frost hands
Blue bu*ton up, shades, cuffs-- Big Bossman
Shadow set bonfire's hope that you get scorched man
Talent hereditary, sk**s what you lack
Numbers ran up out my watch no time for talking behind my back
Attempt to k** the game softly word to Roberta flack
Sprint through lyrical gymnastics, Olympics in Calabasas
All angles and all facets, true Brooklyn ba*tard
Hate will never box me in some exchange it for a casket
Top hibachi chef in the booth call me Master
Rail you in with every myth for your scrilla like a pastor
Say my presence is illegal, tune into this sequel
No preservatives, no equal offended I'm to lethal
Grown man league you preschool
Trakhaus beats pumping strong sour diesel
Your team must retreat fool I'm out