Back At It!

[INTRO: ELRIC "THE ARTICE" VIRTUOSO]
Coming straight from the motherfucking Dub City
519, Put your motherfucking hands together
Check it out!

[VERSE ONE: NXSLEEP]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Said it's that red-eyed jedi, bet I kill the track again
Elevate the flow 'til they don't even know what's happening
Half these rappers rapping wack, we just go & laugh at them
But if they yapping smack, then bet your ass that we attacking 'em
Backslapping 'em verbally, that's shit that they ain't ready for
I spit that uzi, call of duty, bet that I'mma let it blow
They stress 'cause I finesse, I suggest that you let it go
Confess the flow is dope, I promise I got plenty more
I do this every day and if you don't then I can't fuck with you
Feel bad for your family 'cause those dudes are stuck with you
Man, life's good when bad bitches say that they're in love with you
And everywhere I go, they ask me "how'd you get so lucky, dude?"
I don't know but I like it, think and then I write it
You could spite it 'til I hype it and this fire gets ignited
All these slow spitting lames wish the cold shit was ghost written
But every rhyme is just straight up off of the dome spitting
No kidding, take a close listen, get your bros tripping
Oh shit'in everybody when they hear the flow flipping
No kittens, but y'all are just some pussies
Ain't a killer, but don't push me
Gold chain, black stussy

[HOOK: NXSLEEP]
I'm back at it with jack rabbit fast rap attack habits
Backslapping rappers rapping wack just to laugh at it
Time into the rhymes, the lines dopes than crack addicts
Drop a hundred bars like they bombs, get a flak jacket
I'm back, I'm back at it, back, back, back-back at it

[VERSE TWO: KILLTJ]
You know I'm smoking on the potent 'til I do not know whats happening
I spit some crazy bars and then I come and kill the track again
Like "yo steez, what's happening?", chilling in the booth
Retro shit be on my shoes when I come up in the room
Eyes red 'cause I've been smoking on some other shit
Chilling with your main chick, but thinking 'bout my money bitch
M-O-B coming up, we be on some other shit
Posted in the spaceship, counting up some cake, bitch
They just want me to give in, they ain't realising shit
That I'm looking out my third eye, shit, from a birds eye view
I know that y'all be faking, just acting like you love your life
But really could care less if you died tonight, so fuck it
Just light it up and bring the fire to the booth
To tell you fools i'm fucking popping, yeah a nigga lost it
Now I prosper the mic, you just speak to St. Mike, But I'm doing it
Fuck them niggas at my school, I know they isn't doing shit
Y'all living life like a fucking movie script
Just work it all away, go to school to get paid
But I ain't living that way, So get on with your bullshit
I ain't even having it, forget about my problems
Let's just caption it, i bet they gonna caption this
Like how the fuck you do it, I just keep this shit moving
Bet I spit and make the room hot
And leave you all ignited in the fire, take a pic, ma
Look what I did, Remember me when I was a little kid?
Mobbing a tricycle with a bucket hat and blue outfit?
But now I'm fucked up, and this is what the system do
Watch 'em come and get you
The end been spotted on you
But y'all already gave in
But it ain't take much to build a spaceship
And fly off to a different place, bitch
I'm just wondering, when are things gon' change
Shit, I'm back, back-back--

[VERSE THREE: NXSLEEP]
Give a fuck about a hater, kill a track 'cause I like to rap
Swank Darth Vader, black on black, 'cause I like to match
How you liking that? Yeah I told 'em I ain't stopping
I'm about to stack this guap up 'til it's filling up my pockets
You can watch but can't stop it, drop it, just sit back and watch me
Yeah I've been told that I'm cocky but tell me why should I not be?
Knocking the beats out, you'd think that my name was Rocky
But swear that, I'm not a rapper, man, this shit just my hobby
But I still wave like tsunamis and spit that hot like wasabi, and
All the lames they just copy because their girlfriends they want me
But I don't fuck with no thotties, I'm too in love with a hottie
Yeah, all these bitches Honda Civics, I ride golden Bugattis
Skinny waist, pretty face, good taste, and her ass fat
I need to have that dropping like the NASDAQ
Ya'll still making wack tracks, I thought we were passed that
I'm sick and you half that, we get lit, can you pass that?
These wack ass rappers never change
And their flows are all the same
So I'll say it once again, I do not fuck with you lames
Space M-O-B, better remember the name
'cause I'm running and coming up into your spot
And I'm 'bout to take over the game, bitch