[Intro]
Ready on the right, ready on the left
Ready on the firing line
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
[Chorus]
I take it back, back to the golden era of rap
When it was exactly that
Not specifically, jams in the park
But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought
I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that
Not specifically, jams in the park
But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought
[Verse 1]
Ay yo DJ Premier on the boards
Can-I-Bus, on the bars with the lyrical law
Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cool to be kind
And I'm a show you how I'm nice with mine
Forced to start from scratch, to rhyme from the heart
When I rap, lookin' forward to not lookin' back
I spit supernatural, look out for the planet-sized shrapnel
Rip The Jacker 'bout to get at you
Rip, and seek, and destroy the motherfuckin' beat mission
The rugged rudeboy, Rasta on 'roids trippin'
Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot hip-hop design
You don't understand, stop tryin'
The hip-hop conglomerate, we legends puttin' it down
You gotta honor it, fuck the politics!
The B2 bomb pilot, waitin' for that long silence
Then I was diagnosed with tinnitus
The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I've been through
Nigga I wish it was that simple
The master gunnery combatant blastin' mixtape assassin'
Captain Cold Crush get it crackin'
Heat it up 'til the bones blacken
My microphone double action I grab it, switch the automatic
The savage spittin' it rapid I ricochet 762 jackets
Full metal gold plaque classics
Ready on the right, ready on the left
Ready on the firing line
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!
[Chorus]
I take it back, back to the golden era of rap
When it was exactly that
Not specifically, jams in the park
But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought
I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that
Not specifically, jams in the park
But when MC's used to talk with advanced thought
[Verse 1]
Ay yo DJ Premier on the boards
Can-I-Bus, on the bars with the lyrical law
Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cool to be kind
And I'm a show you how I'm nice with mine
Forced to start from scratch, to rhyme from the heart
When I rap, lookin' forward to not lookin' back
I spit supernatural, look out for the planet-sized shrapnel
Rip The Jacker 'bout to get at you
Rip, and seek, and destroy the motherfuckin' beat mission
The rugged rudeboy, Rasta on 'roids trippin'
Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot hip-hop design
You don't understand, stop tryin'
The hip-hop conglomerate, we legends puttin' it down
You gotta honor it, fuck the politics!
The B2 bomb pilot, waitin' for that long silence
Then I was diagnosed with tinnitus
The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I've been through
Nigga I wish it was that simple
The master gunnery combatant blastin' mixtape assassin'
Captain Cold Crush get it crackin'
Heat it up 'til the bones blacken
My microphone double action I grab it, switch the automatic
The savage spittin' it rapid I ricochet 762 jackets
Full metal gold plaque classics
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