Back to the Basics

Yeah, Can't fuck with the Saultiside Crew cuz... (Dirty Bill) We're unfuckwithable You're fuckwithable like a condom You on dem dicks Chokin' like kkkkk NOM NOM I'm on like lights Incite fights til I feel the tightening Frightening lightning strikes BING BANG BOOM and I got your SPRING SPRANG (OOOOH) Bet you didn't think that this could happen to you But you might be meeting me If you ignite deceit in me A parasite who's tweetin the Goddamn god of indecency But recently the beast in me has been decently concealed Reveal it only when I wanna cop a fuckin' feel See I'm not lonely, saying that nobody know me Bologna, you're below me, homie, so blow me! HOOK x 2: When the bass hits We get back to the basics You can't erase it Or go back and retrace it The past is gone Til one of us commits to face it Then open up and embrace it (Whyzer) Sayin' hello to the new Sayonara to the old Diabolical dialect I inject genetic code Into the brains of the masses It rains but it passes The flashes of strange light Smash through the ashes You see I'm legitimate But a little bit of an idiot Insidious from city to city With this hideous ditty Did he or didn't he? Hittin' you with this litany Admittedly spittin' shit Does that mean that you're shittin' me? Mind fuckin' ya man Ninja fuckin' ya brain You get so fuckin' confused I'll kick ya cerebral vein Karate chop ya in that bitch With my lyrical sayin's It's like a game, and i'm playin' Til i'm goin insane and... HOOK x 2: When the bass hits We get back to the basics You can't erase it Or go back and retrace it The past is gone Til one of us commits to face it Then open up and embrace it (Dirty Bill) Hi, lie back, I smack Attack with tactics, like Tic-Tacs Poppin' pills, click clack Stoppin' Bill's impossible Choppin' philosophical You're so diabolical! Nah, I'm fuckin' phenomenal We go back to the basics Crack when the bass hits Turn a-r-r-round baby Have a taste it's Just literally I'm a literary military Very into burying ya The scenario is scary You wanna get a very rare burial? I'll cesarian ya Look look look Into my mind's eye I spy a silly motherfucker who is Shook shook shook HOOK x 2: When the bass hits We get back to the basics You can't erase it Or go back and retrace it The past is gone Til one of us commits to face it Then open up and embrace it (Whyzer) If I look through my glasses and the glass is half full Then I'm an optical optimist, are you catchin' my flow? But if I look at the glass, it's low and I pinch your ass Then I'm a pest of a pessimist, and I'm gettin' a grasp Maybe I'm an optimist, but before you stop me just Give me a second to show you where the fuck I've gotten this It's proposterous to speculate my greatness, it's obvious But don't confuse this with cockiness, I'm roosterless And I'm a ruth-a-less bastard, I'm absurd Can't you tell by every motherfuckin' thing that you heard That we devour our enemies with every syll-all-able we spit You hit the Saultiside Crew, you get split and that's it! I'll rip your fucking head off and shit down your neck And that ain't just an expression so get your shit talkin' in check That warning is critical, see I ain't analytical I don't tell you subliminal, when I say it it's literal HOOK x 2: When the bass hits We get back to the basics You can't erase it Or go back and retrace it The past is gone Til one of us commits to face it Then open up and embrace it