I'm back

So like Pac, When he get back

Ah, I forgot the words ,feelin good, choppin birds

Coming straight out of Murder Pan /Up north, where they bust your man

You'll feel like, Rise is real nice, watch

Just trusted my watch, slave to the swatch

Luggage tips that will make you a happier flier

Never think to me-sss, cause you know who you are

Batz is first, Theory is the next one but

Seems to be about a year since my last haircut

I'm flying by the seat of my pants ,Be your favorite MC comin out like ants

Because a nigga had to hate ya ,You fuckin' with the raw

My combat attacks the metaphorical facts ,Flippin' through them oldie tracks

Everybody, we gon' get up this mornin

Now, if it's an omen, quit with the moanin'

Up close I could smell ya, blood splatter over me

The places I travel, the things that I see

She swallow two Extra, two Beck's, show me her new breasts

I shoot for the head - don't depend on vests

But I'm not the one watching reality TV ,

Born to be insane what the fuck you're tellin me?

Listen up motherfuckers I got a story to tell

From Woodstock, a good block since '82; they know me well

Then they heard the solo album's comin'

Bitches try to flock and jock, but stop bumming

In East New York, the niggaz get BUC BUC BOOM!

But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya bitch, KABOOM!

Flames still burning and the hatred's back

Calico, peel out! Scout dolo, Kno scramble the track,

Your choice, I won't judge you tonight

Freestyle and get ya hype, perform or even write