[Intro]
Ah man, Statik. I don’t think these motherfuckers realize what’s about to go down right now. It’s classic shit. I’m the barbarian and I specialize in torture, pain and suffering, agony. I was an outcast but we winning, we ain’t never losing
[Verse 1]
If the god said it, it's barbaric, fuck if Minaj said it
She never has to admit it and give my bars credit
I’m going out on a limb and sayin' they prosthetic
I eat these rappers alive and call it a small fetish
Never sympathetic even when they spit pathetic
I’m prophetic, I make 'em wish that they never said it
(Huh, make 'em wish they never said it) make 'em regret it
I shake up your spirit when creatin' these lyrics
From out the shackles and tabernacles I stab and tackle
Any crab or jackal that’s laughin' at you, I smack and grab 'em
Like I’m John Cena, there ain’t a Don cleaner
Heavy shoes to fill, I’m breakin' the concrete up
The biggest nigga in the yard again
And the streets we starving in
I leave a couple up in your cardigan
I’m born again, sippin' Patrone and gin
You’d never stand a chance in the ring that I’m sparring in
[Hook]
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I got them scars in my tissue, all my bars is official
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I spit the pain and glory, let me explain my story, yeah
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I’m still from the same discipline where niggas [?]
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my niggas
Homie, I fuckin' live it
Ah man, Statik. I don’t think these motherfuckers realize what’s about to go down right now. It’s classic shit. I’m the barbarian and I specialize in torture, pain and suffering, agony. I was an outcast but we winning, we ain’t never losing
[Verse 1]
If the god said it, it's barbaric, fuck if Minaj said it
She never has to admit it and give my bars credit
I’m going out on a limb and sayin' they prosthetic
I eat these rappers alive and call it a small fetish
Never sympathetic even when they spit pathetic
I’m prophetic, I make 'em wish that they never said it
(Huh, make 'em wish they never said it) make 'em regret it
I shake up your spirit when creatin' these lyrics
From out the shackles and tabernacles I stab and tackle
Any crab or jackal that’s laughin' at you, I smack and grab 'em
Like I’m John Cena, there ain’t a Don cleaner
Heavy shoes to fill, I’m breakin' the concrete up
The biggest nigga in the yard again
And the streets we starving in
I leave a couple up in your cardigan
I’m born again, sippin' Patrone and gin
You’d never stand a chance in the ring that I’m sparring in
[Hook]
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I got them scars in my tissue, all my bars is official
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I spit the pain and glory, let me explain my story, yeah
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I’m still from the same discipline where niggas [?]
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my niggas
Homie, I fuckin' live it
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