Back At It Kembe X, Ab-Soul & ICECOLDBISHOP

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Ayy, back at it
The recipe, I have it
Ya destiny I control it
Don’t make this static a habit
I’m hip-hop, you a rabbit
But 8 Mile was a classic
I manifest, you imagine
You ain’t cut from this fabric
Was burnin rubber in traffic
With King, Richard, and Magic
On a mission to get it, twist the swisher and lit it
I (puff puff) then I passed it
Literature was my passion
Ain’t hide the 9 in my fashion but I’m a rhyming assassin
I saw the target and hit it, every bar was acidic
Way before I did acid I found the apple and bit it
Just cause they said it’s forbidden, that's what made it attractive
I had to
Earn a living, not a urn with my ashes my nigga

[Chorus]
I’m back at it

[Verse 2: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Uh, look
My mama crazy, my mind went crazy
First to use the throw away cause I’m courageous
Knew you was bitch I saw the future I’m so Raven
I watched my closest homie die up on that pavement
So when we go double back we gone make sure that we shoot where your troubles at
Was born in the dungeon was raised in the ghetto it wasn’t no love in that
She fucked all the homies I fucked on her too but it wasn’t no love in that
It wasn’t no
It wasn’t no
It wasn’t no
It wasn’t no trust on that bitch but I love on that bitch cause I’m infatuated with devils
Was never no killa but when it came to it I’m probably the one that’s gone pick up the shovel
I’m probably the one that’s gone pick up the shell cases
Hell raising, young miscreant
Young nigga government benefits
My Glock on me so I’m innocent
And let a muhfucka know