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Ah, we back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit Shoe Gang back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this Nah they ain't rappin' like this That mumble rap shit don't make sense Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT Put legends in the past, acura shit Hickory dickory dock (hol' up) Niggas be kickin' them nursery rhymes These niggas be pissin' me off (hol' up) Fuck it I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (hi) Hickory dickory dock (hol' up) She gon' pour hickory sauce on my dickory Then she gon' lick the shit off (hol' up) She gon' need a doc when I give her this cock (hol' up, hol' up) Niggas tryna randomly battle me, automatically gotta be outta they rabid ass mind They better have a Rabbit ass rhyme from 8 Mile to battle me Or bow in agony, no matter to me I'll battle the king of the battle scene Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty I'll even battle a madam just not in her anatomy Battle rap and schiz', brrat! outta the galaxy If you take some NWA and Wu-Tang And you shake it up (up, up, up) Letras de cancionesThen you makin' Shoe Gang, you makin' Shoe Gang Now you drink it up (you drink it up, up, up) That's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl They call me Kakarot and an astronaut I'm just sayin' I'm out of this world I mob with a crew of Mufasas, so why would I worry? Hakuna Matata On this food chain you the medallion You at the bottom, so you don't want problems I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar Momma always told me: "Do what you gotta" My crew gettin' hotter and hotter right now we like June in Nevada But we soon to be hotter We ain't on the cover of XXL We from the underworld, no Beckinsale Look, half of me say: "Fuck record sales" I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self Every question I direct to self, are they fucking with me? Nah, they ain't fucking with me You'd rather subject yourself to restin' on a bed of nails Meet death, get your flesh impaled If you don't fall from grace, I'll pull you down 'n shit Y'all all are gay, look how you sound 'n shit Ima tie you motherfuckers up in the closet Know you got closet space, 'cause you came out that bitch All that shit you sellin' I can't buy it Said that your clique is better but they lyin' My team like cavemen with these flames I mean we stick together to make fire We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit Shoe Gang back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this Nah they ain't rappin' like this That mumble rap shit don't make sense Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT Put legends in the past, acura shit Dice is raisin' the heat, I don't mean the K is drawn My flow is hot, flamin' y'all, I be eatin' MCs like Filet Mignon (Ah) Shoe Gang finna go make bankrolls It don't make sense if it don't make pesos These wack niggas is gettin' away with murder But that's old news like the OJ case, yo Nigga, me vs you like MJ in his hayday vs OJ Mayo I'm a boss, she go when I say so Arms'll start swingin' like Jose Canseco Everything you rep is fake, that's why me and you can't relate We don't like your records 'cause your records gay We here to set the record straight Hol'up, hol'up, motherfuckers wanna back out when I black out I get sicker than a mad cow We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now Beef or cash – cash cow You never heard of me? I'm the petty king I'm married to crime, I snatched your bitch wedding ring D-I-C-E - Directly In Charge of Everything And my pockets stay evergreen First off, the earth is flat Motherfuckers shoulda knew I start my verse with that If it's a ball, then show me where it's curvin' at The UN logo is a flat earther map I be on them bitches like I am there I'm high, point to the sky, I am there Was never off completely, I'm aware Still a nigga back on it like a reclinin' chair To open my mind, I'm turnin' to the reefer I put on my hood and turn into the reaper I merk and do what the verses do Hot enough to burn into your speakers Alerting you, Ima murder you, I'm eager (yah) Hate dudes that rap and say that's not what you about I find it ironic like gettin' pregnant on a couch that pulls out K-E-double-N-Y, Mister Every Day He's Stumblin' High Mister Every Day He Fumblin' High Mister I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin' Die Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favour I'm raw no rollin' of papers (yah) I be trippin' off that shit that's loud like I'm comfortably scolding a neighbour We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit Shoe Gang back on our shit Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this Nah they ain't rappin' like this That mumble rap shit don't make sense Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT Put legends in the past, acura shit I was in my sarcophagus sleepin', I was in a diamond mine chillin' on my King Solomon shit (Solomon shit) And maybe whoop me, Ima sleep to remind me of droppin' this bitch (droppin' this bitch) Probably was better to leave me off the record man 'Cause you resurrected Kane, now a menace to society collides with a zombie apocalypse twist I'm livin' like I can't be killed, I'm livin' like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals Ya momma shoulda swallowed you in your father's Apollo when she was a thot-thot Gettin' back seat thrills (haha) We on the backstreet still, where we pack heat still and the clap-clap got 'em runnin' like a athlete at a track meet still Nobody sellin' crack, we trap these pills This is Amityville, this is how we feel, we strugglin' Life is like jugglin' Butcher knives, niggas get cut and get blood in their eye Just keep on hustlin', numbers are doublin' You don't wanna hear the horror story, we survived purgatory You just wanna hear the war story glory, way before all these hoes was hanging out with the crew Talkin' everything they did to get the house next to you Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo We was down for a while now the album is through Better see five stars by the album review Or you and your people sleepin' underground in the zoo 'Cause you don't know how hot it is I'm listenin' to the current competition Got a whole lotta confidence Somebody go and tell the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus I'm goin' back to sleep on you niggas Goodnight Hahaha We back on our shit From Letras Mania