Edan - I'll Come Running Back To You lyrics

[SAMPLE TRACK] I'll come running back to you... [EDAN] The E-triple is a sick cracker, I'mma flip fast, and b**h-slap a thick rapper After this I'll make your brain stop Trying to battle's like trying to light a candle with a raindrop I ain't having it; you're at the stage laminate; After the show, you let me know you was a great fan of it, The music that the E makes or creates I'll make a thousand beats out of three crates and feel great But if you want to rush the place and bluff and base I'll fart in my hand and touch your face I never need an L or booze to elevate; I k** eleven crews Make the Channel 7 news and celebrate My cerebellum breaks atoms; my brain patterns Came from the same strange chasm that made Saturn So don't doze on the sh** I compose, cause I was Digging for Records while you was digging in your nose So if you want to brawl and beef from across the street I accomplish feats, cause talk is cheap I meet jerks with a miss-ile, you'll be hurt when I reverse your Work into a sh**-pile, The dictator flips data; You'll get slain by a diss-master so ix-nay on the chit-chatter I'm so pa**ionate, it's accurate to say that I'm an Addict for the mic, cause I keep running back to it [SAMPLE TRACK] I'll come running back to you... [EDAN] So I was saying I'm a fiend for the Pristine raps on the sixteen-track recorder We oughta collaborate if you can imagine a way of Lacerating the rhythm with fixing a fatter plate When rotating on a Tech-12 platform I excel at warp-speeds and jaws bleed I force-feed a cross-breed the thoughts needed to Keep a secret and leave a weasel easily defeated I'll tell you short like a dumb midget: you're not rhyming live so get a Motherf**ing nine-to-five and run with it I'll sit your a** in a cubicle fast, or any other slave- Driven environment for you to adapt My name's written on every appliance in your brain-kitchen To make riches is one of my main missions But it's not the determining factor, your a**-crack will Catch a back-draft when I'm burning an actor Verbal a**a**in; my architect pleases... ("When I was twelve...") I ate a lot of grilled cheeses But nowadays to hold the mic's my only vice, so behold the might of a poltergeist It's Edan not the Smothers Brothers And if the microphone was h**n, I'd be a dead motherf**er! Base-heads need crack; I tried to leave the mic alone, but yo, ("I can't hold it back!") [SAMPLE] I'll come running back to you...