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$ire - back to the essence lyrics

[intro]
yeaa, bringing it back to the essence (new sound 1,3)
sire! hip-hop, hip-hop

mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
mic check 1, 2 don’t stop
mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
mic check 1, 2
nyc venezuela connect

[verse 1: sire]
fresh, from the step with my air gore techs/
every day i drop bombs like mr. funk flex (ahh)/
k!lling all these rappers, adolf/
if they wanna see me tell ’em make it to the play offs (easy)/
champ in this b-tch bars so hard/
get a cramp in your wrist i’d master this sh-t/
listen to the sensay never fake the funk/
rappers tryin’ kick it but they couldn’t fake a punt/
hold up wait harvey dent n-ggas man they all two faced/
tryin’ become rappers wit that boom boom pow/
that sh-t is doo doo now/
bunch of farm ville n-ggas on your moo moo cow/
couldn’t be a f-cking thug with a gun in your hand/
gon be the running man when the cl!ck go bam/
i jam like a tech with correct technique/
i’m a god in these streets dog bless these beats, 1/

mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
mic check 1, 2 don’t stop
mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
mic check 1, 2, rewind

[verse 2: rewind]
blowing clouds out of my face too high/
airplanes looks at me and wave bye, birds say i’m too fly/
crash and then i land, hotter than a tan/
wavy as the sea step foot on the sand/
game in my shoes already ran/
they calling me hip-hop’s uncle sam/
they want me in this war so i bomb ’em hard core/
sicker than a pig your just a meat head boar/
hear the scratches rewind at it/
stay on top like a f-cking attic/
new sound coming quick there ain’t no traffic/
rhymes will shock ya but my name ain’t static/
your girl love to chew, get it popping popping like mountain dew soda/
cool gon get colder/
waste money, money wasted getting sober/
flow too dirty let me brush my shoulder/

[verse 3: sire]
n-gga n-gga n-gga how you’d figure that i’m with ha/
cause i hit her, i just did ha then i quite ha, man forget ha/
if the glove don’t fit you don’t f-ck the b-tch/
if it ain’t a magnum baby i won’t fit/
shoutout to hooch cause we do it for the promo/
h0m- rappers on my royal nuts/
brand new cd, forever king/
how bout you jump off my d-ck!

[outro: sire & rewind]
yea what i gotta tell ’em n-gga i’m the best ain’t no need to sweat ’em (ahh)/
what i gotta tell ha n-gga i’m the best ain’t no need to sweat ’em (yeahh)/
what i gotta tell ha n-gga i’m the best ain’t no need to sweat ’em (ughh)/
what i gotta tell ha n-gga i’m the best/

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