Ear2ThaBeat - Run It Back lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Camira The Rapper] Ladies and gentlemen, Take a seat, welcome in To the house of the terminally sick No medicine Flow cold as frostbite It's setting in Confidence on salvia It's higher than it's ever been Swag cut with other sh** Cocaine, h**n And every single drug used By Dre Benjamin I'm so over the top I need ritalin Also need Situation To stop sayin "Get it in" I let the dogs off the leash DMXin' 'em I'll cross the line for la familia Mexican On boom-bap like BoomKAT The wreckoning Waterloo cats in blue bags I'm legendary To new cats Don't do that, don't step to me You think you'll bruise Mac That's too bad, you're dead to me These smooth cats, with new raps Are mentally Imbalanced, I'm a Savage You knew that, definitely Lower decibels, screw that I'm deafening And these rays sting So watch where you're stepping Steve Young, fly, flashy You are So-So My swagger's sick Got that real ill flow bro It's the next one Always bout the next one Nowadays to make a hot song They put techs on I smash the beat out of the park When I put text on I'm so diesel That my father's name is Exxon [Hook: Soulful Old Man] You'll wanna run that sh** back, run it back What did he just say? You'll wanna run that sh** back, run it back What did he just say? [Verse 2: Camira The Rapper] Ladies and gentlemen Can someone page Robinson The kid's lighting a fire And now I'm goin in I'm so mean So fresh, no test Why you askin' who's the best As if you didn't know yet I've been causing a scene Since I was 16 I stay keeping it real While others spit dreams They running at the mouth Talking 'bout some slick schemes That I bet they haven't lived Outside of their sixteens I make tracks, as crack For those who want that In fact I smack rap attacks Like combat I make the beat weak at the knees I can do that Hit it with the freshness Contained within my shoe rack I'm past bullsh** Murder Ja Rule hits "You're my boy Blue!" On that old, Old School sh** LL Cool See these ladies love cool sh** Maybe that explains Why they're nowhere near you kid Take a seat, grab a pencil It's study time I rap rings around these fools Like a hundred times I ain't playin' no games Because it's hunger time I'll take the food off your plate Like this is f**ing mine! I'm all about them bucks Warren Sapp, Monta Tryna garner up some luck Quarterback, Irsay I deserve great No fear of first place Not scared if I fall I will find out how the dirt tastes [Hook: Soulful Old Man] You'll wanna run that sh** back, run it back What did he just say? You'll wanna run that sh** back, run it back What did he just say? [Verse 3: Camira The Rapper] See I'mma hustler Every day I'm hustlin' You'll get s**er punched For every day you're shufflin' The music you make Is whack as f** mate No sort of fan base No-one on your fan page I'd rather Nat Portman f** a dwarf then Punch herself in the stomach Miscarriage/abortion I'd rather staple my foreskin To the face of a corpse than Buy that sh** That you're selling in the stores man I need a dollar Not because I'm poor man I just saw Aloe Blacc And that brother's tryna score grams Camira's hot kid Top MIMS hotness Catch these fools slippin' Like a J.T spot kick You don't have the power To stop me You're an executioner You still couldn't Hopkins My momma made a gift Then she raised the kid Now I'm lookin' for new scenery Like the Raiders did People bang this sh** Then they praise my wits And show appreciation To created myths I'll engrave these hits Like on my grave and sh** And die knowin' I did it all To make me rich I'm insanely sick And my brain is quick I pop princesses Taylor Swift That was great and sh** You'll know greatness b**h But right now I am what greatness is