[Intro]
I hit back
I hit back, I hit back, I hit back, I hit back
I hit back, I hit back, I hit back, I hit back
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
We lashin' out at you, you think you 'bout it, we 'bout it too
Only difference is my clout is too massive
We active when actors give malice to anybody we close to
I'll approach you with the woop-wop that'll soak you (So true)
Already be so much we go through, now we gotta rid you in the MO zoo
This is tribal, stick his rival in the mouth with a right blow then he get this pyro
Young punk better lie low somewhere prolly up in Cairo
With a Bible when a psycho wanna give a hater lypo
When the knife go with the quickness, you so full of bitchness
You trip flippin' on chicks but a b-boy make him wanna shit bricks
This is vicious, everything out yo lips is fictitious, hehe
Misses made me mad as Mozzy, huh
Man the motive must been made of molly, huh
Milli maximize a mess with a mind of Malcolm X
And a martyr man whose mom is Maude, huh
Better be cool, I'ma lead you to the B fools
That'll greet you with a blacca, blacca, blacca, leave you
In a coffin all for talkin' fecal
I'm a grown mane, takin' this with no shame
Really wanna have no brains, step foot into my domain, no games
All of my children are grown and I'm feelin'
They love me but don't really like me, I'm illin'
I'm no longer locked in a marriage, I'm careless
So anyone of my loved ones you funk, I'll inherit
This is my fury, fuck being Nzuri
I tried that, now I keep a gun in my lap
Talkin' so cheap and when it don't end with the grievin'
I'm ready for the battle, bring it on this evenin', ah!
I hit back
I hit back, I hit back, I hit back, I hit back
I hit back, I hit back, I hit back, I hit back
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
We lashin' out at you, you think you 'bout it, we 'bout it too
Only difference is my clout is too massive
We active when actors give malice to anybody we close to
I'll approach you with the woop-wop that'll soak you (So true)
Already be so much we go through, now we gotta rid you in the MO zoo
This is tribal, stick his rival in the mouth with a right blow then he get this pyro
Young punk better lie low somewhere prolly up in Cairo
With a Bible when a psycho wanna give a hater lypo
When the knife go with the quickness, you so full of bitchness
You trip flippin' on chicks but a b-boy make him wanna shit bricks
This is vicious, everything out yo lips is fictitious, hehe
Misses made me mad as Mozzy, huh
Man the motive must been made of molly, huh
Milli maximize a mess with a mind of Malcolm X
And a martyr man whose mom is Maude, huh
Better be cool, I'ma lead you to the B fools
That'll greet you with a blacca, blacca, blacca, leave you
In a coffin all for talkin' fecal
I'm a grown mane, takin' this with no shame
Really wanna have no brains, step foot into my domain, no games
All of my children are grown and I'm feelin'
They love me but don't really like me, I'm illin'
I'm no longer locked in a marriage, I'm careless
So anyone of my loved ones you funk, I'll inherit
This is my fury, fuck being Nzuri
I tried that, now I keep a gun in my lap
Talkin' so cheap and when it don't end with the grievin'
I'm ready for the battle, bring it on this evenin', ah!
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