Lyric Neva Go Back
Verse 1:
I m gettin restless
What guessless
I m rushin the percusion
End of discusion
Now as you were
Your rhymes soft like fur
Oh you wright for her
Well that explanit it
But I reign it I rule it
So cool it while I school it
Listen to percision
Rhyming timing climbing through your window
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin your whole premises
Don t never diss
Cause here s your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it soul like Sanatra
Organize rhymes in effect
Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble
So, move on, there s nothing to see here
Clear the area
Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier
To vary a I m very a effetive I might add
Original rude, since I was a little lad
(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack
I just come back, I just come phat 2x)
Verse 2:
I m pumpin like Donivan plus
I m a little vicious
I eat mcees cause they delicious
It s just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now I m back with How
Stompin like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells
Fighting off diseased mcees
Like Super Freinds, in a metropolis, in a super Bense
With Howie, now we, got two threes
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I m a kill em with the lyrics
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida
You need a map
You need a rap
You need a slap
You need a nap
So take one, because your tired
I get so phat, I feel wired
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell
(chorus: 2x)
Verse 3:
I don t beg
I break your leg like an egg
And fry it try it, and see what happen when I m rappin
Shit start
So don t get smart like Max
Cause cold hard facts prevail
I don t sell, I don t turn pale
But I m very ill, I m fatal
I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count em
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But but, bu bu but, don t stutta
Just say it
Shit is budda
Now don t that feel betta
Get a sweata
Cause it s gettin colda
Every time I holda
Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum
Cause you wrote um , like you know dum
So let me show dum , real rhymes
Cause I feel I might start buggin , if you don t back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike
Chorus 4X
I m gettin restless
What guessless
I m rushin the percusion
End of discusion
Now as you were
Your rhymes soft like fur
Oh you wright for her
Well that explanit it
But I reign it I rule it
So cool it while I school it
Listen to percision
Rhyming timing climbing through your window
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin your whole premises
Don t never diss
Cause here s your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it soul like Sanatra
Organize rhymes in effect
Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble
So, move on, there s nothing to see here
Clear the area
Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier
To vary a I m very a effetive I might add
Original rude, since I was a little lad
(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack
I just come back, I just come phat 2x)
Verse 2:
I m pumpin like Donivan plus
I m a little vicious
I eat mcees cause they delicious
It s just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now I m back with How
Stompin like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells
Fighting off diseased mcees
Like Super Freinds, in a metropolis, in a super Bense
With Howie, now we, got two threes
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I m a kill em with the lyrics
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida
You need a map
You need a rap
You need a slap
You need a nap
So take one, because your tired
I get so phat, I feel wired
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell
(chorus: 2x)
Verse 3:
I don t beg
I break your leg like an egg
And fry it try it, and see what happen when I m rappin
Shit start
So don t get smart like Max
Cause cold hard facts prevail
I don t sell, I don t turn pale
But I m very ill, I m fatal
I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count em
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But but, bu bu but, don t stutta
Just say it
Shit is budda
Now don t that feel betta
Get a sweata
Cause it s gettin colda
Every time I holda
Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum
Cause you wrote um , like you know dum
So let me show dum , real rhymes
Cause I feel I might start buggin , if you don t back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike
Chorus 4X
