Boogey - Bring It Back lyrics

Verse 1 (Zee): I started a real chic, I started a real freak Started a wack rapper who didn't know how to spit so I swallowed, pride but of course it made me sick to realize half the rappers u adore are really weak Ok don't crucify me just chill out and let me speak You're supposed to pa** a message across and make it deep In your brains I make my lines "stick" and whoop your a** with it U can't make a song spitting only punchlines silly Set it off of course I know that Ama get applause at the end of my verse or maybe worse I'd get cursed for the verse Gravity about to take my a** to court I break the law beat the force why the f** you think I'm boss I've been patient for so long I think I need a nurse and a good label to stay stable without the horse No remorse I turned a rebel cuz the label was a flaw And if I wanted to get cash I needed to withdraw In the kitchen with Boogey here we tryna make some sauce I mean the sauce that be the source of income for some months with no Loss no flaws just vacations and some tours If success is the key I swear I'm gonna open doors I rich, I famous motherf**ers take seat better yet take a swim when I spit that bar beach Copy this paste it somewhere in your head please, earpiece plug it in what the f** I run the f**ing year please! Verse 2 (Boogey): I dare you to stand in front of the mirror, say Boogey just three times I come out of that muthas**a creep walking, doing the peace sign Ignore the index I ain't seen checks I ain't making the green yet Little kid on the scene next He shines? Weak rhymes Pink top, yellow jeans Hello teen All the ice in your watch, what you tryna do, freeze time? I'll hack anybody who spitting wack ain't in funny.. .. when you screaming and I say relax, this ain't a real axe Rocking a steel mask.. ..I'm parking in front of Eva's apartment Binoculars and gloves in the glove compartment Wanna barge in.. ..with the heart and the rage of a f**ing spartan.. .. who' s about to cause a carnage Calm it down like I beg your pardon.. .. something must be done about this F'ing hard on Look it's increased by a most impressive margin. (Oh Wow!) I'm joking, you thinking i'm quite the perv.. ..and how often I might decide to get a light, ignite the herb Cold world and my body is hypothermic.. .. Or maybe it's in my mind and i'm needing some psychotherapy I'm like a parakeet.. .. when I just hear a beat I go blaba blaba blah Inspiration could be Muna's b**bies popping out the bra Diagnosed with severe dementia.. .. and titty obsession, I put my fire hose between the pair on Dencia.. .. like let's be friends and get attached like hair extensions.. ..but i'm getting slapped into a parallel dimension Oh hi there rappers, you here but who can tell you are.. .. And by the time i'm big enough, you looking unicellular Plus I like to mention that Zee rocks. (Thank you!) Copy that? Nope? Okay here's a xerox