Masterminds - Bring It Back (feat. Mr. Khaliyl) Lyrics
f/ Mr. Khaliyl[Chorus] (8x)Bringing back that old New York rap[Oracle]When I show you how make it hot, little chickens flockButt ***** buttocks make niggas act unorthodoxNot trying to get in please, half of ya'll got some sort of diseaseGot and STD before your GEDShaking, what your momma gave you back breakingIn one week got more strokes on your ass than cash them players be makingSmells like bacon in the room when you finishedToxins in the air Mrs. laboratory chemistMixing poisons in your loins andLetting boys in like they toys you bent overPick up my words like 4 leaf cloversX-files false under your Skully like agent MulderTarik Holder name written in government foldersGolden mind swollen multi-dimensional zoningOn a cosmic level boning making stars for the zodiacAt 10 years old known in my hood as a brainiac[Chorus] (8x)[Mr. Khaliyl]I jam like traffic so watch me rock your whole intersectionAnd have your crew running in 4 different directionsAt 90 degrees angles that connect at no pointTil the missino is completed every sipher I anointWith my whip appeal as I whoop your crew single handedliving proof that the universe expanded when I landedOn every continent island and water body existingOn any planet in any galaxy I enlist inWhen I decide too be born into a form that is tangibleOnly because I made it firm enough to handle youOther than you be looking up in the sky waiting for mysteriesWhile I'm steady creating historyPicture me rolling like ome of these cats I'm aware ofWithout certain bodily parts men have a pair ofNever happen, whether we rappin or we scrappinMy only duty to awake you rudely if you napping cause we[Chorus] (8x)[Kimani]We bring it back to back like Siamesethat's attached to the back of the kneesMost labels lacking the feeTo back a nigga like me one of the livest Mc'sOut of the NY, capital K see when IDrop the semi-automatical, lyrically dramaticalGrammatically written to leave a niggas head splittinSplittin rhymes to slice minds like enzymes in centrifugesBusting mines then lay back like the lugeWe upped the ante, bounced from the penthouse to shanty'sAnd now second coming got believers quickly running for theWax racks to pack stacks of black facts on fat tracksOn black wax in knapsacksIn back Ac's dipping with the volumen on 10Down the Ave with my joint on your blendSee ya'll need to comprehend every time this brother pick up his penAnd thought you emerge many niggas get served now that's wordwe got you[Chorus] (16x)
