Back It Up

[Verse 1: J.Arch]
All hail
Your majesties, spit uncut magically
Grind, trafficking, turn battles to tragedies
Sucker-ass rappers feel the wrath of me
Get stretched and left like commentary from my graffiti
Spit projectiles from my mic rapidly
Polish the stats for those who like asking me
Verbal warfare backwards, Stacks spazzed with the heat
Bodybag season, TH members smashed the beat
Arch and your boy fire—ask in the streets
Show your ass, I’ll spaz and start tapping them cheeks, stretched out
By the force on a track with no course
So hungry for a twenty-piecе, niggas get scorched
Niggas tuned in to tеlevise your loss, DK
And floss on my rise to Boss

[Hook: J.Arch] (x2)
Whatever you talk, be able to back it up
Me and the goons is cool, but we known for acting up
You wack cats? Shut your traps and back it up
A low tolerance for bullshit, ready to back it up

[Verse 2: J.Arch]
This for dudes that choose to be imposters
Beef rolls, they get bit like enchiladas
Ice grill, thaw hammer jaws when beef cooks and start up
The Most High’ll send them to meet their book’s author
Run over the most dominant, prominent, or most promising
Respect my accomplishments or get snatched like self-confidence
My own involvement a real problem
Once my revolver’s spin aborts, most dearly departum
Reggie smoke’ll leave ‘em sticky icky when I spark ‘em
Trauma unit, headcase, a spaced-out Martian
Bums stepped on, straight park bench, Arch
Spit horrid, armpits caressed as he palm-grip
Mute, deface star shit, my hits is smashing
Straight garbage, throw back shots like hot bitches
Playing the bar shit, where the comics viewed as
Comics viewed, it’s funnier than Martin. Put some bass
In your voice, slap your chest, now we talking
Scoped out and bodied by the aim of a trained marksman
Butcher shop meat market—that definition
Is target