Supernatural - Guess Who's Back lyrics

[Into] I read minds, what people really be thinking Some people sitting in here right now, thinking What the f** am I doing here? Some people in here right now, thinking Who the hell is that on the stage? [Hook: Random Sound Bites] [Verse 1] Somebody better clear the lane We about to do this sh**, his son, like the wrath, the Kane Supernat, I'm taking over your circumference I'm the wrong MC to f** with The big bully of the beats is back on the playground You need a mic cause I got something to say now Half of these MCs is out of they league Thinking they soldiers just cause they wearing fatigues Half of they style is really only based on greed But they really never speak what the black man need You paid to get your record, play that just pay dues We going all out, now I got nothing to lose You caught me man in one of my terrible moods And while I feel this, I'm a terrible dude This is a deliverance from ignorance Somebody raise they hands right now if they hearing this It's therapeutic, when the beat get executed The game is watered down, it's totally diluted So it's time for the return of the undisputed I got style, get this game, and I'm so de-rooted [Hook] [Verse 2] The silver-back of rap is back With a brand new sound to burn the whole damn game to the ground One of the most hated, verbally underrated Some cats don't like me, they say my ego inflated But when I'm not around they do they best to imitate it Took a break from the game, cause the game was jaded Now I return to my post I bet most of ya'll thought Supernatural was ghost (guess who's back) No, I'mma to do this until the day that I die You can't get rid of me, son, so don't even try I know you tired of that old repetitive bullsh** I reloaded now, back with a full clip You want a battle but you really not ready And if you was ready you'd really have put up some Chedi I've been doing this since the days of Crazy Legs and Rocksteady (That old real sh**) [Hook] [Verse 3] So thank the man from up above And the cats from up above for showing me love For every fan that showed me respect in the club And all you early cats thats popping your bud I'mma get it pop two, yeah, popping a slug When my CD hit the streets it's a popular drug I see you clowns on TV, you just popular Scrubs I told you when we get on, we all going eat Half of these cats is whack, and I ain't losing no sleep I'm back with a vengeance, so prepare for the smack-down Now I'm moving up, no more playing the background The MC a**a**in 4 Ball k**er [Still workin' on it...]