They say welcome back Mike It's a pleasure to have you You da hot shit It's like metal to magnets Come round the back to the staff Door access Light up a Cuban Spot a pig matress Autograph action Sneak through the door S.O.B. and me turnin ya peace into war (Peace into war) So turn the fuckin beat up some more And Step back pronto Reload the combo Mike, Ryu, and Tak It's like some Mo Wade and Marly Mal Symphony rock You could turn off the beat And couldn't get me to stop I could give a fat fuck If you with me or not I do not give a damn Got tracks on the Billboard But here I am With my man Green Lantern Raisin hell a-gain And so way past go Never sold my soul
Chorus (Never sold my soul)
Verse 2 (Ryu)
You see what I've become (Come) Top gun Mac 1 Knock tongue Baby I'm the best I aint got another option (Tion) Grotesek yet? So fresh Yes! Never lost Not once (Never) You see what I've become The last 6 months My lyrics went from "Oh shit" To "Oh Fuck" This dude is a problem Don't front The last of the west coast rappers That don't suck (Suck! ) This isn't even fun no more I done killed so many people That my gun gets bored Why fight now? I already won this war Everything you think is hot Man I done before From the bloc shit To the rap shit To the rock shit Even did some pop shit Fatten up my pocket Profit! Fuckin with me? See nuthin is free It's R-Y-U from the S.O.B. Suck it!
Verse 3 (Tak)
Can't get a grip Plan sorta slips Stand in front of the fan With his hands full of shit Covered the face before The camp was a clique Damn They call em a hell of a man with a lisp Can't escape the dark Or erase the thought His heart beats Quicker than a racing horse So he blocks his own reflection And ducks from sunlight Then both worlds collide And result in a gunfight Cuts in his chest still Russian rouliette wheel Mistakes might of Spattered in the guts into left field Ooh! Take a deep breath for the recess Thangs on the brains To remain as a defect Yea A new born with a new curse Fits like a shoe horn in a blue hurst Then the lights for the lampshade glow Pull out the pen And let the whole damn thing blow
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