What’s that? yeah you know your boy is back
This beat? You know that I’m destroying that
Got heat? Yeah you know your boy is strapped
Freedom of information, better FOIA that
Sound the alarm, let ’em know I’m on attack
I want what’s mine, I’m coming back for all you cats
Shit I spit, way better than all your raps
One swing of this sword watch you all collapse
I talk my shit, but none of y’all will talk it back
Is it because you’re pussy maybe or perhaps
You know if you push me that I’m hopping on the track
How would you react? Tweet back all in caps
I ain’t Antifa, but you’ll see me all in black
I’m in stealth mode, catch you while you all relax
Do you dirty, treat you like you’ve all been vaxxed
One dose of Severe and watch you all relapse

In Tokyo, they wanna catch my drift
In Switzerland they wanna jack my drip
In NY is where I stack my chips
Turn the volume up, yeah that’s my shit
What’s that? Yeah you know I’m back on the beat

With raps, that lift you off the back of your feet
You ain’t gangsta, we know you ain’t packin’ the heat
Keep it old school we can take it back to the streets
I’m the captain, so you know I’m back in the seat
Take the title, from anyone I happen to meet
Straight survival, everything that’s happened to me
A day without drama rarely do I happen to see
I grew up in Manhattan and just happen to be
A dope MC smoking weed I wrapped in a leaf
The elites trackin’ y’all while I track the elites
Because never will I ever be trapped in a leash
I gotta hit the studio but I’ll be back in a week
Blacklisted, but I’m coming back on the creep
Watch your mouth, don’t even talk back if I speak
I’m a chef, I can barbecue and blacken the beef