Guess who's back?

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Oh,

Yeah, yeah...



On the hook,

I'm the worm,

You're the fishes

Reelin' in the people

From the words that i'm spittin'

My chorus' are hot man,

They say i'm burnin' bridges

But never learned business,

So never earned the digits.

Listen,

You chapped it in the ass,

But i ain't no faggot.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

You go, faggots.

Nope, no homo,

No bill-bo bag it.

But still talk to them trees,

And kill those dragons

Look like an ass,

But i'm a fun guy

Just get to know me

And slowly

I'll grow on you

Like fungi

Just give me one try,

I'll leave you tongue tied

I'm not scared to step outside the lines

And say what's on my mind.

You know I gotta think outside the box.

But y'all stay stuck inside, like some fuckin' mimes

Man, y'all need a fuckin' life

And stay the fuck out mine

What? You got a problem, man

Now's not the time.



Sayin...

My name is Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the hook,

Seen him on the stage,

Now take another look.

I was gone away... (yeah, guess who's back?)

But today is my day. (yeah, guess who's back?)

They call me Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the song,

But now he's steppin' up from the back to the front.

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?



It's a cold one,

Y'all better hold on

While we hit ya with another track to choke on

Class and Mic B...

Two man team

Like so calm,

‘Cept for when we hang with the whole click,

Then the dre fo' six

And our case

We gotta deal with no deal

The new Lincoln Burrows, 

And Michael Scofield.

Brothers in crime,

Just a-lovin' the grime

We on the cover up,

Yeah I heard it...

Dozens of times.

But the truth is,

Everybody wanna know how close me and Luke is.

And who i'm still cool with.

Don't be stupid,

You foolish humans

Thought I told you,

We doin'

A music movement?

Chinese to Jewish,

Catholics to Mennonites

A mind like mine,

A kind you can't identify.

Too tired to find myself,

Now I'm energized

Feelin' all new inside

Like what's got into Mike?



My name is Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the hook,

Seen him on the stage,

Now take another look.

I was gone away... (yeah, guess who's back?)

But today is my day. (yeah, guess who's back?)

They call me Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the song,

But now he's steppin' up from the back to the front.

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?



Yo,

You know what really gets me?

Some ditch weed,

But not as much as a dick tease,

So bitch please.

And I don't mean like “bitch please”

I mean shut up, or hit your knees and lick on these...

Yee.

I'm about to buy the borrow,

But I can't pick between KitKat and Mars, though

So, I bought TicTacs

And now i'm gone broke

Oh,

But this is rap. I took the long road



My name is Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the hook,

Seen him on the stage,

Now take another look.

I was gone away... (yeah, guess who's back?)

But today is my day. (yeah, guess who's back?)

They call me Mic Boyd,

You mighta heard him on the song,

But now he's steppin' up from the back to the front.

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh...

Guess who's back?