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(feat. Big Rube) [Big Bube] Back to the frontline, resurrected this old skool shit Cause niggas still respect it, it's all cool shit Kinda tight so I select it to flow on So unexpected and so on, but damn that I wanna take a minute tram back with the mainstream Playing field where the main team kill bodies And wannabe John Gottis shoulda been Zulu But who knew but too few in my crew And the rest didn't listen now some of the best is missing Some of the rest is dissing, some of your chest is missing Some of your views is changing, but none of your time remaining It's a goddam shame a lot of fake niggas claim heaven sent But me, I'm hell bent on destruction of the mass constructions Of the mass destruction, of my ass restructuring Of the past reflecting off the last injection This cause and effect is known as infection Made it known being prone to our own demise is imminent I sure hope we leave a remnant From Letras Mania