Chris Webby - Here Again lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo, I'm here again like Jesus on Easter Coming full circle like eight pieces of pizza Only seek to defeat ya, repeatedly beat ya One two step, and introduce your teeth to my sneakers And my kick game's strong, you know that of course Your boy stays fresh, something like an orange in Florida Or a peach from Georgia, with mad weed My backpack got more sh** in it than Dora the Explorer's Spit flames and torch ya, get f**ing destroyed I've been spitting since I was a little bundle of joy But then I spit on a bib now I spit on a beat When I evolve from a kid to a motherf**ing beast I don't re-invent the wheel, b**h, you know I'm unique Break a motherf**er's confidence easy as antiques Better try plan B, cause I'm 'bout my cream And got your crew flippin' like a f**in' bob-sled team [Hook] I've been here for a minute but I'm back for more More sk**, more power than I had before That's right, motherf**ers, and I'm here again That's right, said I'm here again And you know it's the same Vindictive riding on the beat Call me the f**ing furnace, I'm providing you with heat That's right, motherf**ers, and I'm here again That's right, said I'm here again And it go like that [Verse 2] b**h there's no hurtin' me, call me Hercules I spit flame, leave you burned in the third degree This ain't a homeless shelter, but you could get served for free And after that, guaranteed these b**hes heard of me Pockets fat like they chowing down on burger meat But ain't cholesterol, they full of that currency And f**ing with my paper, that brings out the worst in me f** a fight, I cause a state of emergency Ha, cause I'm like Donald and you're just the apprentice So I got no need for y'all like a f**ing appendix Written rhymes master, freestyle menace Whether off the top or not, I'll still k** 'em with every sentence So battling is senseless, my punchlines are endless The whole East Coast on my MySpace friend list Something like you've never seen, you'll never forget this Even after I O.D., word to Jimi Hendrix [Verse 3] That-dat, rat-a-tat-tat I'm just a hitman fulfilling my contract And I wouldn't dare, bro, you's a peasant, I'm a Pharaoh f**ed up, walking around drunker than Jack Sparrow Cruising in a Black Pearl, step to this monster And I'll rock ya, send you down to Davey Jones Locker Deep down with lobsters, ha-ha Officially the illest college rapper and I'm repping for Hofstra But this straight PG got your moms and your pops worried While you're bobbing your head, like Night at the Roxbury Drop furious rhythms directly out your system Ba** booming so loud that it's vibrating your vision But I'm saying, so listen, my turn taking for spitting Is the sole reason I'm living, along with weed and women Sub-Zero couldn't finish me I'm here again and spilling my blunt guts on the whole industry b**h! [Hook]