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forever m.c. & it's different - back on our shit lyrics

[chorus: julius luciano]
ah, we back on our sh-t, yeah, we back on our sh-t
rappity rappity sh-t, man we back on our sh-t
shoe gang back on our sh-t
rappity rappity sh-t, they ain’t rappin’ like this
nah they ain’t rappin’ like this
that mumble rap sh-t don’t make sense
man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the goat
put legends in the past, acura sh-t

[verse 1: demetrius capone]
hickory d-ckory dock (hol’ up)
n-ggas be kickin’ them nursery rhymes
these n-ggas be p-ssin’ me off (hol’ up)
f-ck it, i’ll kick me a nursery rhyme (hi)
hickory d-ckory dock (hol’ up)
she gon’ pour hickory sauce on my d-ckory
then she gon’ l!ck the sh-t off (hol’ up)
she gon’ need a doc when i give her this c-ck (hol’ up, hol’ up)
n-ggas tryna randomly battle me, automatically gotta be
outta they rabid -ss mind, they better have a rabbit -ss rhyme
from 8 mile to battle me or bow in agony
no matter to me, i’ll battle the king of the battle scene
-ssault 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)
then 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

[verse 2: julius luciano]
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 “f-ck record sales”
i’m tryna reconcile with my reckless self
every question i direct to self, are they f-ckin’ with me?
nah, they ain’t f-ckin’ 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 sh-t
y’all all are g-y, look how you sound ‘n sh-t
i’ma tie you motherf-ckers up in the closet
know you got closet sp-ce, ’cause you came out that b-tch
all that sh-t 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

[chorus: julius luciano]
we back on our sh-t, yeah, we back on our sh-t
rappity rappity sh-t, man we back on our sh-t
shoe gang back on our sh-t
rappity rappity sh-t, they ain’t rappin’ like this
nah they ain’t rappin’ like this
that mumble rap sh-t don’t make sense
man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the goat
put legends in the past, acura sh-t

[verse 3: andrew “dice” deniro]
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 n-ggas is gettin’ away with murder
but that’s old news like the oj case, yo
n-gga, me vs you like mj in his hay 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 g-y
we here to set the record straight
hold up, hold up, motherf-ckers 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 sn-tched your b-tch wedding ring
d-i-c-e – directly in charge of everything
and my pockets stay evergreen

[verse 4: kenny siegel]
first off, the earth is flat
motherf-ckers shoulda knew i start my verse with that (yah)
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 b-tches like i am there
i’m high, point to the sky, i am there
was never off completely, i’m aware
still a n-gga 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, i’ma 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 (yah)
pay ’em back like i owe ’em a favor, i’m raw no rollin’ of papers (yah)
i be trippin’ off that sh-t that’s loud like i’m constantly scoldin’ a neighbour

[verse 5: kxng crooked]
i was in my sarcophagus sleepin’, i was in a diamond mine chillin’ on my king solomon sh-t (solomon sh-t)
and maybe whoop me, i’ma sleep to remind me of droppin’ this b-tch (droppin’ this b-tch)
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 k!lled, 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
n0body sellin’ crack, we trap these pills
this is amityville, this is how we feel, we strugglin’
life is like jugglin’ butcher knives, n-ggas 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 compet-tion, got a whole lotta confidence
somebody go and tell the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus
i’m goin’ back to sleep on you n-ggas
goodnight haha

[outro: julius luciano]
we back on our sh-t

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