Mr. Lif

Mr. Lif - Return Of The B-Boy songtekst

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[Verse One]

Seconds after I have been swept off my feet

Open through the doors and in steps the beat

Complete with medical packs and four fours

Looked at me and said "damn this nigga need god"

Bored, apart in the streets he got beat

The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat

Me, these images I could'nt ignore

Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store

This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within

We remove bullets and pack skin

The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry

At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry

And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat

Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back

They have the form like meiogy for the kamikaze

Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi

I see y'all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor

We came to save ya and we came to, pull back the data

I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound

Cause they had us locked down.

They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past

Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs

Then they facing masteries, just fittin lack of pieces

Whats dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, jesus

Wheres the chamber? Allow me the become the scum rearranged uh

They said "focus ya anger" and bring the rhymes that you wrote

Because these folks will hang ya

I accepted their concerns turn to him and said

"fuck that written shit I'll flip that kid off the head"

What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy

We didn't want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy



[Chorus]

Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) [x4]



[Verse 2]

Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back

And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map

X's mark the rappers out with two head with

Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff

Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat

And make him regret, the day that we met

I suspect he got a smooth box, I head into the rooftops

Where I'll make me strategy so I can splatter them

They were only half of them, five less rappers alive

So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didnt coincide

They were half religous, and vicious, with dark wishes

Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches

I dropped dimes on how to travel back in time

So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns to rhyme

And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing

Soon those niggaz won't be breathing

Ive seen what I got so I'm leaving

Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening

Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness

I'm about to rip this, come fear witness



[Beat plays for About 20 seconds]

[chorus x2]



[beat changes]



[Mr. Lif begins rapping]

Mic Check!

We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it

This nigga said I couldnt have it

So tragic they try to counter my magic, I'm rabid

I reached for his fuckin face and grabbed it

Nigga, how the fuck did you figure

You can Interfere with the music so potent

That I need to just go for a moment

Before I moved on.

Then I heard two songs

Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers

I'm about to bring this nigga danger

He was illucive an uncle tom carry a nuciance

Strong and spiritually useless

I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats

Beatin with sticks and straps

Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face

The motherfucker jetted out of the place

Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats

Claiming that he got contacts, I stepped to him slow

Looked deep in his eyes, see another person was within him

Cause he's living a lie

A rap nearly operation

Told him that man was not meant to leave earth's population

These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration

No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low

This had no effects on my abilities though

To murder an MC is standing procedure

Looked and see this cat gone follow the leader

But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader

The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya

All this blood stream, and I'm steadily aiming

To find the next nigga for naming

Thats when the death sticks came in, hand me

This mega large nigga tried to brand me

I thought the mega blast to enemies

Then my mind aged to centuries

Futuristic data, for a complex matter

This power left to cater, I can compete with the equator

Smiled I can see him through the earth's vapors

Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground

What mind, jaw dropped looked what I found

Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and RUN DMC

But when we get three feet

Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill

Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival

Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldnt believe

My enemy was a genetic replica of me

That means self is the biggest tour

It could me the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war

So now I'm thrown off, taken back to back, I didnt know how to react

To lack a plan of attack, but it was in full effect, connect

He didnt affect my intellect, but thoughts I couldnt accept

Images of my grandmother in that old folks home

Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic

Damage of my mental fabric, hell a vibe or I have it

Criminal I can't stand it,or understand it yet my torture was expanded

By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down

By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health

Chronicle inseperable thoughts, to my head

98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads

The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again

Had a vision of my defeat of him

So now I'm back, strapped and intact

Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact

Thoughts were un holdly, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly

Like I'm the motherfuckin chrome be

And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand

Saw some open land so I ranned

But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots

Bloodcots stopped ciculation from my nog

My ego's dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit

Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips

So who's me, maybe this oozie, cold hard and steel

With a sign that says use me

I call on Susie, and tell what you see

Usually, I wouldnt let a biter confuse me

Much of this instance, make a difference

So started to think with, the innocence fit infants incents of incest

Burn in inscents, I'm intense

Funny how the powerful scent just dense his senses

Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone

To relentless, sequences that leap fences

beating all human kind to defenseless

So I shift for, never sick for

with a swift sword, clipped and flipped this mic for

Speechless, never wit weakness

he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif

Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess

And at peace request

I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest



[Mr. Lif Talking to the end]
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