mr lif - return of the b-boy p
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Seconds after I had been swept off my feet
Open flew the doors and in steps the beat
Complete, with medical packs and four fours
Looked at me and said "Damn, this nigga needs gauze"
Wars, a part of the street he got beat
The meek, are disenfranchised and left weak
Peep, these images I couldn't ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store
The snare slim sported a rare grin
Noticing damage within, removed bullets and patched skin
The kick drum scurvy opened my eyes he said don't worry
After Perky fired rounds in a flurry
And the Hi-hat Matt, tapped the hostages with his gat
Told 'em break the fuck out, and never look back
They had performed like Miyagi for the kamikaze
Then they got me, walked me out, past the local paparazzi
I see, y'all reanimator, sure kid your jams are flavor
We need a savior and we came to, relay the data
I'll repay a major situation crosstown
Our music has lost sound 'cause they had us locked down
They needed sucker rappers herbs crabs
Common clowns who be making shitty sounds in labs
Then defacing masterpieces just to blast to pieces
What's dope and hope that we'd accept the wack of thesis
Jesus, where's the chamber?
Allow me to become the scum rearranger
They said focus your anger
And bring the rhymes that you wrote because these folks'll hang ya
I accepted their concern, turned to 'em and said
"Fuck that written shit I'll flip these niggas off the head"
What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy
We didn't want the beast to know we brought back the b-boy
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Hip-hop is so wack the beats are fighting back
And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's, mark the rappers I would soon hex with
Corrosive cadences that'll be leaving their necks split
Step by step I'm headed towards the set
To analyze the threat and make 'em regret, the day we met
I suspect they got a smooth plot, I'm headed to the rooftops
That's where I'll make my strata jump so I can splatter them
They were only half of ten, five less rappers alive
When we collided the standard is dope it didn't coincide
They were sacrilegious and vicious with dark wishes which is
To insure the core of hip-hop with the snitches
Had dropped dime on how to travel back in time
So they could melt and misalign pioneer's patterns of rhyme
And I'm, furious, seething at what I'm seeing
Soon those niggas won't be breathing
I've seen what I gotta so I'm leaving
'Cause I wanna, set off the slaughter, for the evening
The biggest hops on my shit list, with the swiftness
I'm about to rip this, come bear witness
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Mic check
We had ill static over Illmatic
I reached for it, this nigga said I couldn't have it
So tragic for him to try to counter my magic, I'm rabid
Reached through his fucking face and grabbed it
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure you
Could interfere with the music so potent?
Then I gazed at his skull for a moment before I moved on
Then I heard two songs
To sing flavors from those, enter the thirty-six chambers
I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carrying nooses
Strong yet spiritually useless
I gave him flashbacks of niggas getting treated like lab rats
Beaten with whips and straps
Hit 'em with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
The motherfucker jetted out of the place
Who's next to get me vexed?
This rapper making idle threats claiming that he's got concepts
I stepped to him slow, looked deep in his eyes
Seen the prison was within him 'cause he's living a lie
A rap daily operation
Told him that man was not meant to rule the earth's population
These thoughts left him pacing
Now he suffers from brain disintegration all thoughts are information
It started raining, visibility low
This had no effect on my abilities though
To murder an MC is standard procedure
I looked and seen this cat gotta follow the leader
But I'm a cheetah, the abdomen and chest the leader
Primary feature, my intense urge to bleed ya
While his blood's draining I'm steadily aiming
To find the next nigga for maiming
That's when my instincts came in, handy
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I dodged a mega blast of energy, then my mind aged a century
Futuristic data for a complex matter
This power left a crater, I could peep the equator
He smiled I could see him through the earth's vapor
Went through up and down as he walked towards solid ground
But my jaw dropped at what I found
Classics by Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, BDP, PE and Run-DMC
Bro and Louie Freefy, Criminal Mind takes the Nation of Mill
Time to kill, Run-DMC, Celph Titled
This nigga's my arch rival, survival, not liable
Got up close and what I saw I couldn't believe
My enemy was a genetic replica of me
Battling yourself is the biggest chore
It can leave you digits raw, a truly vicious type of war
So now I'm thrown off, taken back in fact
I didn't know how to react or lack a plan of attack
But he was in full effect and next
He'd infect my intellect with thoughts I couldn't accept
Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
Became very vivid in my dome
This method is drastic telepathic
Damaging my mental fabric, hellified horror havoc
Crippled I can't stand it or understand it
Yet my torture was expanded by thoughts that he commanded
Had a vision of my uncle sitting dying by himself
Meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Body blows, several shots to the head
Ninety-eight percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other two percent I accepted
Just so I could feel the heat again, had a vision of the feet of men
So now I'm back, strapped and intact
Increasing my brainwaves to maximum impact
Thoughts were unholy, slowly, he looked me up and down coldly
Like I'm the motherfucking phony
And maybe I am damn, I stutter dropped the mic from my hand
Saw some open land so I ran
But as I kept past past thoughts my man had blast shots
Blood clots stopping circulation to my nog
My ego split, my humility started to mumble feeble shit
The thug within me had a dream of Desert Eagle clips
Some moves me, maybe this Uzi
The cold heart is still, with a sign that says "Use me"
I call her Suzie, do you like what you see?
Usually, I wouldn't let a biter confuse me
So much of this instance make a difference
So I started to think with, the innocence of infants
And scents of incense, burn incense, I'm intense
Funny how the powerful scent jets
Densest senses, don't even count 'em in of the census
I sent this, razor sharp tone of relentless
Sequences that leap fences
Leading all humankind to the adventures
So I shift forth like a Sith Lord with a swift sword
Flipped and clipped his mic cords
Speechless, riddled with weakness, peep this
He tried to use the heat of his desire to beat lift
Be my guest, take a guess who left the set blessed
And who was left a mess
"White power, white power"
And at P's request
I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest
Yo man it was insane I was buggin'
Bambaataa, Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash all jumped out the chamber yo
It was like a dream
Open flew the doors and in steps the beat
Complete, with medical packs and four fours
Looked at me and said "Damn, this nigga needs gauze"
Wars, a part of the street he got beat
The meek, are disenfranchised and left weak
Peep, these images I couldn't ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store
The snare slim sported a rare grin
Noticing damage within, removed bullets and patched skin
The kick drum scurvy opened my eyes he said don't worry
After Perky fired rounds in a flurry
And the Hi-hat Matt, tapped the hostages with his gat
Told 'em break the fuck out, and never look back
They had performed like Miyagi for the kamikaze
Then they got me, walked me out, past the local paparazzi
I see, y'all reanimator, sure kid your jams are flavor
We need a savior and we came to, relay the data
I'll repay a major situation crosstown
Our music has lost sound 'cause they had us locked down
They needed sucker rappers herbs crabs
Common clowns who be making shitty sounds in labs
Then defacing masterpieces just to blast to pieces
What's dope and hope that we'd accept the wack of thesis
Jesus, where's the chamber?
Allow me to become the scum rearranger
They said focus your anger
And bring the rhymes that you wrote because these folks'll hang ya
I accepted their concern, turned to 'em and said
"Fuck that written shit I'll flip these niggas off the head"
What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy
We didn't want the beast to know we brought back the b-boy
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Hip-hop is so wack the beats are fighting back
And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's, mark the rappers I would soon hex with
Corrosive cadences that'll be leaving their necks split
Step by step I'm headed towards the set
To analyze the threat and make 'em regret, the day we met
I suspect they got a smooth plot, I'm headed to the rooftops
That's where I'll make my strata jump so I can splatter them
They were only half of ten, five less rappers alive
When we collided the standard is dope it didn't coincide
They were sacrilegious and vicious with dark wishes which is
To insure the core of hip-hop with the snitches
Had dropped dime on how to travel back in time
So they could melt and misalign pioneer's patterns of rhyme
And I'm, furious, seething at what I'm seeing
Soon those niggas won't be breathing
I've seen what I gotta so I'm leaving
'Cause I wanna, set off the slaughter, for the evening
The biggest hops on my shit list, with the swiftness
I'm about to rip this, come bear witness
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, I'ma bring it back
Hip-hop, hip-hop
I'ma bring it back, back, back
Mic check
We had ill static over Illmatic
I reached for it, this nigga said I couldn't have it
So tragic for him to try to counter my magic, I'm rabid
Reached through his fucking face and grabbed it
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure you
Could interfere with the music so potent?
Then I gazed at his skull for a moment before I moved on
Then I heard two songs
To sing flavors from those, enter the thirty-six chambers
I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carrying nooses
Strong yet spiritually useless
I gave him flashbacks of niggas getting treated like lab rats
Beaten with whips and straps
Hit 'em with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
The motherfucker jetted out of the place
Who's next to get me vexed?
This rapper making idle threats claiming that he's got concepts
I stepped to him slow, looked deep in his eyes
Seen the prison was within him 'cause he's living a lie
A rap daily operation
Told him that man was not meant to rule the earth's population
These thoughts left him pacing
Now he suffers from brain disintegration all thoughts are information
It started raining, visibility low
This had no effect on my abilities though
To murder an MC is standard procedure
I looked and seen this cat gotta follow the leader
But I'm a cheetah, the abdomen and chest the leader
Primary feature, my intense urge to bleed ya
While his blood's draining I'm steadily aiming
To find the next nigga for maiming
That's when my instincts came in, handy
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I dodged a mega blast of energy, then my mind aged a century
Futuristic data for a complex matter
This power left a crater, I could peep the equator
He smiled I could see him through the earth's vapor
Went through up and down as he walked towards solid ground
But my jaw dropped at what I found
Classics by Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, BDP, PE and Run-DMC
Bro and Louie Freefy, Criminal Mind takes the Nation of Mill
Time to kill, Run-DMC, Celph Titled
This nigga's my arch rival, survival, not liable
Got up close and what I saw I couldn't believe
My enemy was a genetic replica of me
Battling yourself is the biggest chore
It can leave you digits raw, a truly vicious type of war
So now I'm thrown off, taken back in fact
I didn't know how to react or lack a plan of attack
But he was in full effect and next
He'd infect my intellect with thoughts I couldn't accept
Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
Became very vivid in my dome
This method is drastic telepathic
Damaging my mental fabric, hellified horror havoc
Crippled I can't stand it or understand it
Yet my torture was expanded by thoughts that he commanded
Had a vision of my uncle sitting dying by himself
Meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Body blows, several shots to the head
Ninety-eight percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other two percent I accepted
Just so I could feel the heat again, had a vision of the feet of men
So now I'm back, strapped and intact
Increasing my brainwaves to maximum impact
Thoughts were unholy, slowly, he looked me up and down coldly
Like I'm the motherfucking phony
And maybe I am damn, I stutter dropped the mic from my hand
Saw some open land so I ran
But as I kept past past thoughts my man had blast shots
Blood clots stopping circulation to my nog
My ego split, my humility started to mumble feeble shit
The thug within me had a dream of Desert Eagle clips
Some moves me, maybe this Uzi
The cold heart is still, with a sign that says "Use me"
I call her Suzie, do you like what you see?
Usually, I wouldn't let a biter confuse me
So much of this instance make a difference
So I started to think with, the innocence of infants
And scents of incense, burn incense, I'm intense
Funny how the powerful scent jets
Densest senses, don't even count 'em in of the census
I sent this, razor sharp tone of relentless
Sequences that leap fences
Leading all humankind to the adventures
So I shift forth like a Sith Lord with a swift sword
Flipped and clipped his mic cords
Speechless, riddled with weakness, peep this
He tried to use the heat of his desire to beat lift
Be my guest, take a guess who left the set blessed
And who was left a mess
"White power, white power"
And at P's request
I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest
Yo man it was insane I was buggin'
Bambaataa, Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash all jumped out the chamber yo
It was like a dream