Pullin’ Me In

[Intro]
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is sounding the same, y'all rhyming the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doing the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you something (what, what)
The real killers, they're standing right over there
Waiting for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little 'cause it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they coming yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Working at Burger King, hustling dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo

[Chorus]
Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck as I write
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told watch the colors you wear when you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killing', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seeing "OZ" on television
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dying to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats sounding the same, I'ma put your MPC to sell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, It Ain't Hard To Tell
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the makeup
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cause y'all will get Jay-Z

[Chorus]
Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from

[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talking 'bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walking', tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Twelve tribes of Judah, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cause you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends putting up they vein, moms raising caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm selling crack
'Cause the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off with a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape

[Bridge: Beatbox]

[Chorus]
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin