Back On The Scene Lyrics - Singles - Spitz

[Chorus] 

Yo I'm back on the scene 

There was a flaw with the system 

I spoke the profane gospel 

One day you will listen 

So tell me (who the baddest) 

(Who the realest) 

Who lyrically murders the music? 

Yo, I'm back on the scene... 

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Throw me off in a duffel bag 

Call me mad hatter 

Pullin the grip and empty the clip 

Until ya brains splatter 

I got a milion paint buckets full of brain matter 

Shattering the vernaculars 

Of a lyrical rap battle 

Everybody wanna talk about me 

But ain't nobody wanna be about me 

Flex on a killa 

Write a will about me 

Throw it off in a track 

Betta ask about me 

12 months, off in this rap game 

The prodigy 

Rising up out of the ground 

So follow me 

Raise up, put your knucks to the skies 

Ball your fist up 

And chant with me 

It's all LIES!! 

I'm the lyrical beast 

I'm back for next round 

Hit the chimes 

Witness my lyrical death spell 

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Call me the fallen angel 

But atleast I still got grace 

I stand it toe to toe with jesus 

In a mosh pit waiting 

People call me lavey 

Fuck the hate, I don't retaliate 

I'm just a luciferian 

Representing his faith 

Fuck the glamour and fiends 

I'm not a pawn off in your grand scheme 

lluminati, the front page of the magazine 

I been labeled this domestic threat 

Strappin the vest on my chest 

Fuck the feds and all the rest of these 

Punk motherfuckers 

Who talkin shit when they fall out 

If you asking, then you probably who I'm talking about 

Put the barrel to your mouth 

Light it up for the next round 

Martial law ain't got shit up 

On this wicked sound 

Fuck a gridlock 

And then fuck 2 chainz 

I say it wit my chest out 

Killa fuck lil wayne 

Meet the dopest rapper alive 

To ever hit the stage 

Saying fuck money 

Put it to charity 

Rearranging the industry 

For the fans wit no food in they stomach 

Shit I struggle just to keep it 100 

So keep running 

I'm right behind you 

I'm the wind at yo back 

Thanks to all of you, I'm finally back