Bring It Back

Verse 1 (Zee):

I started a real chic, I started a real freak Started a wack rapper who didn't know how to spit so I swallowed, pride but of course it made me sick to realize half the rappers u adore are really weak

Ok don't crucify me just chill out and let me speak

You're supposed to pass a message across and make it deep

In your brains I make my lines "stick" and whoop your ass with it

U can't make a song spitting only punchlines silly

Set it off of course I know that Ama get applause at the end of my verse or maybe worse I'd get cursed for the verse

Gravity about to take my ass to court

I break the law beat the force why the fuck you think I'm boss

I've been patient for so long I think I need a nurse and a good label to stay stable without the horse

No remorse I turned a rebel cuz the label was a flaw

And if I wanted to get cash I needed to withdraw

In the kitchen with Boogey here we tryna make some sauce I mean the sauce that be the source of income for some months with no Loss no flaws just vacations and some tours

If success is the key I swear I'm gonna open doors

I rich, I famous motherfuckers take seat better yet take a swim when I spit that bar beach

Copy this paste it somewhere in your head please, earpiece plug it in what the fuck I run the fucking year please!

Verse 2 (Boogey):

I dare you to stand in front of the mirror, say Boogey just three times
I come out of that muthasucka creep walking, doing the peace sign
Ignore the index
I ain't seen checks
I ain't making the green yet
Little kid on the scene next
He shines?
Weak rhymes
Pink top, yellow jeans
Hello teen
All the ice in your watch, what you tryna do, freeze time?
I'll hack anybody who spitting wack ain't in funny..
.. when you screaming and I say relax, this ain't a real axe
Rocking a steel mask..
..I'm parking in front of Eva's apartment
Binoculars and gloves in the glove compartment
Wanna barge in..
..with the heart and the rage of a fucking spartan..
.. who' s about to cause a carnage

Calm it down like I beg your pardon..
.. something must be done about this F'ing hard on
Look it's increased by a most impressive margin. (Oh Wow!)
I'm joking, you thinking i'm quite the perv..
..and how often I might decide to get a light, ignite the herb
Cold world and my body is hypothermic..
.. Or maybe it's in my mind and i'm needing some psychotherapy
I'm like a parakeet..
.. when I just hear a beat
I go blaba blaba blah
Inspiration could be Muna's boobies popping out the bra
Diagnosed with severe dementia..
.. and titty obsession, I put my fire hose between the pair on Dencia..
.. like let's be friends and get attached like hair extensions..
..but i'm getting slapped into a parallel dimension
Oh hi there rappers, you here but who can tell you are..
.. And by the time i'm big enough, you looking unicellular
Plus I like to mention that Zee rocks. (Thank you!)
Copy that? Nope? Okay here's a xerox