Back In Business

Verse 1: Let me tell you I've embraced the struggle When came some trouble I was unable to erase the subtle Unease that was trapping me Holding me down but now the chains you see I've finally broken out I'm hoping now I can come around and show my face once more The rap games kinda full but Imma kick down the door My story took a turn but the turn was a miscalculation The GPS that is my life was only seeking greatness And I spit bars of gold for the fans to dig I've gotta cook up a rig I'm fishing for some men just like Jesus did in the bible And on the third day I arose call it raps revival It ain't survival if you thrive So Imma rise until my kingdom touches the sky Empires die when they challenge me I'm back in business motherfuckers and you all are just in time to see [Chorus x2] I gotta be great I gotta rise I gotta set the game on fire I hope they realize They don't wanna fight because I'm making it known I'm back in business and I'm taking the throne Verse 2: I remember when I started saying I was the best I didn't believe it at first But I see you fuckers cashing these checks Got no respect for the game that you rep Well Imma show you why these pure bred white collar boys have got the game in check That's me and Mitchie and our whole damn crew My friends, just know that every verse is for you And Imma stay true no false lyrics I got the fall spirit But I'm an evergreen cause I don't change when the game grows cold I don't fear it I won't hear it All these excuses got me going insane Spitting the flame is a must for me You gotta trust in me And Imma bring rap back from the dead They say I lost my head but I'm going after the bread And I won't quit until I'm finally fed My knuckles are red As I grab hold of every last bit of rope The climb up to the top has begun, end quote [Chorus x2] Verse 3: Tell me I'm the greatest finally tell me that I made it finally tell me you don't hate please just tell me why you wasting my time Why you wasting my time I spit rhymes but what's the use when no one listens My poems glisten with the sweat my brows have just been dripping I must be tripping Look at me I'm sickened I know I'm better than all these folks So now I finally get to prove that hope that I don't choke It's just game they tell me but I love it so much I live and die for this rapping and I just finished lunch Ready to eat Ready for cold ready for heat Ready to go to war in the streets Ready to prove that indeed I belong amongst an ocean or sea Of other rappers hope these bastards can see That I'm attacking all they fake asses actually So suit up motherfuckers for this battle bet you can't battle with me [Chorus x3] Break out the champagne Cut the ribbon This shits officially Open for business