Trackmasters - The Return of the Holy One lyrics

Its the return of the holy one, return of the holy one Abusive mental pictures through the users of the guns Foot soldiers let off I often told ya Some n***as known to slither but I'm not a cobra Though I'm King and the Don so come on while I'm warm I'm headed for the colleges and headed for the dorm To cla**es, goaded by the ma**es Some need to load their pistol so they did it and they ready… Freddie Is dead finally so why you timing me Some said, "Z come out before its too late" Then I said, "God works in mysterious ways" And he's always on time Then they got a chill up the spine They waited for the day for me to come back again Ran home to tell their family and girlfriend And just when they thought life would get cut short I heard it, and came so they wouldn't feel deserted [Hook - Repeat 2x] It's the return of the holy one, return of the holy one Return of the holy one, return of the holy one Return of the holy one, return of the holy one The holy one has finally returned, yes Check it out... ya don't stop YZ... ya don't stop Brother Jah... ya don't stop 720... ya don't stop Mostly, n***as don't approach me, closely Cause I rock heads, I'm livin close to the edge Ease back, I don't trust ya, might push me over Then I might wanna bust while I fall from the bridge of London To pa** all the lives up from which I come from The drum diddy drum Call on the father cause I don't have no sand To fall on, just a brick that a n***a just pitched But I'm gonna hit the sh** out the park And come into your mind after dark keep it comin Here I come the holy one Back from Jerusalem again to look at what he done Oom ballistic vibes a vibe I ride with Bro Tahun So act like you know and give me room cause I'm the son Compa**ion of gods Seven-Two-Oh [Hook] Check it out... ya don't stop 10-D... ya don't stop Manny... ya don't stop Rockin' Horse... ya don't stop I heard somebody's talkin (naughty naughty) about me They gettin' too personal, don't even know my circle I guess that simply means them on my dick Wimpy, comin up empty, dummy, funny Who the hell they think I'm hara**in? I bump heads with the f**in' Nappy Assa**ins Quick to hook a beat up, beat a n***a silly When I then get heated, then no one is seated Jah spins the record funk, family on record Baby Chill is the Don, one step beyond is fully leaded I'm loaded, about to explode into my speakers where I'm headed I'm dreaded, I said it, I fed it, or fed up n***as on the block talkin this and that The punk's just vexed cause he don't know where the son is at Don't know my s**, down with the X I'm too complex, you got to play the next n***a, figure you're bigger but yo you know that I'm the one So let me hear you speak for the son [Hook] Breakdown... and you don't stop Brother J... and you don't stop PX... and you don't stop Paradise... and you don't stop Peace