Theifofbaghdad - Basics lyrics

I'm takin' it back Back to the basics Takin' it back Back to the basics Takin' it back Takin' it back to the basics A beat and a rhyme For these MCs fakin' x4 Hold it Huh? Hold it right there Nowadays MCs just don't care Talkin' all that bullsh**, y'all could never pull this Flow similar to my golden hair Go nowhere So sincere Grab the microphone, make you show them tears Rip it to the rhythm with a bit of competitive nature Nate gonna make it oh so clear On stage rappin' with your whack-a** crab walk Thinkin' you're slick 'cause you can kick a little fast talk? I can too, b**h Run through crews, b**h Whatcha gonna do Who ya' gonna run to, b**h? It's true most rappers s** Word to Slug, number 2, Bad Dub When it breaks it'll all come together When I take ya brain, I'm gonna shake, rattle, sever Get a plate for the feast, get a coat for the weather Get a way for the means and a hope for the cheddar Get away from me, kid- I don't wanna be together I'm takin' the beat 'cause I flow to it better "He don't know any better" Yeah, he must not 'Cause I flow to the bitter end and never gon' stop Might blow up, but it won't go pop Word to De La Soul and all that real Hip-Hop No, it won't flop No, and it ain't never gon' change All of that tough talk soundin' the same Sick of thy idiot bidding, goodbye My advice might be to try a different lane Feel the pain Yo the game nowadays is a big ol' maze Full of robots, no motherboards or brains Synthetic MCs are pathetic indeed Especially when you see 'em placed next to me I'm takin' it back Back to the basics Takin' it back Back to the basics Takin' it back Takin' it back to the basics A beat and a rhyme For these MCs fakin' x4 Nowadays, most MCs ain't sh** Tempt me, b**h- I'm gonna come to grips With the microphone Might smite you despite the clones You came with, the second the ba** hits Sick of the carbonated copies and lame kids Kickin' the the same flows, sayin' the same sh** With the same stance, wearin' the same clothes You tryina rap, or get into fashion? Take your pick Single out a million idiots in a video Gimme the visibility, really willin' to k** it Showin' anybody up Who really be kickin a wicked flow? Admit it, you bit it, you better get up out the vision, bro Devoted to the rhythm, it's a miracle, there we go Daredevil upon a microphone, he blowin' out your stereo Paired up with a pen and a pad, he bad He had a ma**ive amount of attack packed in a track That is that This is this Cla** dismissed, grow a sack and a dick f** a Rolex, f** a Jag and a hit My rhyme'll leave an average cat with slashed wrists When a Thief track hits, mad kids get split By the thick ba**line and the phat drum kit Kid, the faculty ain't got jack on me Word of advice, move back when I begin Yeah, back up It's my turn to talk Grab the microphone I be burnin' hot Set it on fire, don't matter if I'm cool I'll be burnin it down, bound to rock the spot Everybody wanna talk that phat sh** (Phat sh**) But they could never hack the tactics I smash with I'm back with that rat-a-tat, batterin' whack cats Rhyme fully-automatic, you're an old bolt-action I bust that sh**, you be jammin' up You could never match half of the stamina You steppin to this? Yo, I'm wreckin' your sh** DTM talkin' that garbage? Man, you dumb Tough luck, f**ed up, now you're takin an L Name's Jarv, kid- I vacation in hell Wanna battle me? That'll be a fatality undoubtedly I laughed at the fake when he fell Ha