Ab-Soul, ICECOLDBISHOP, Kembe X - Back At It lyrics

Ayy, back at it the recipe, I have it
Ya destiny I control it
Don’t make this static a habit
I’m hip-hop, you a rabbit
But 8 Mile was a classic
I manifest, you imagine
You ain’t cut from this fabric
Was burnin rubber in traffic
With King, Richard, and Magic
On a mission to get it
Twist the swisher and lit it
I (puff puff) then I passed it
Literature was my passion
Ain’t hide the 9 in my fashion
But I’m a rhyming assassin
I saw the target and hit it
Every bar was acidic
Way before I did acid I found
The apple and bit it
Just cause they said it’s forbidden
That's what made it attractive i had to
Earn a living
Not a urn with my ashes my nigga

I’m back at it

Uh, look my mama crazy, my mind went crazy
First to use the throw
Away cause I’m courageous
Knew you was bitch I saw
The future I’m so Raven
I watched my closest homie die
Up on that pavement
So when we go double back we gone make
Sure that we shoot where your troubles at
Was born in the dungeon was raised in the
Ghetto it wasn’t no love in that
She fucked all the homies I fucked on her
Too but it wasn’t no love in that
It wasn’t no it wasn’t no
It wasn’t no
It wasn’t no trust on that bitch but I love
On that bitch cause I’m
Infatuated with devils
Was never no killa but when it came to it I’m
Probably the one that’s gone
Pick up the shovel
I’m probably the one that’s gone
Pick up the shell cases
Hell raising, young miscreant
Young nigga government benefit's
My Glock on me so I’m innocent
And let a muhfucka know

I’m back at it

My heritage is pipes and needles
My DNA faded
So your dope don’t really phase us
Don’t know how else I could phrase it
Environment been morphing us
We tapped into the matrix
Don’t pick the wrong cross to die on
Don’t feel like Jesus gone save us
Please save all of the back and forth
My niggas is thirsty for action, uh
We’ll go there if you askin for
They swear that violence the answer, uh
Folks is bored, testing me put a
Dot on you like multiple choice, uh
Slidin' as quiet as whispers, ain’t got no
Time to be raising his voice, uh
Let me switch the subject so
I don’t feed brodie ego
This time next year we be in
New Zealand eating fried flamingo, uh
No broads in Atlanta but got plugs in the OC
How I handlin' my doe is low
Just keep that shit lowkey, uh
Wide mouth, vacuum sealer, busy
Body, hit my Wick'r, not my line
Taxing please fill out ya W-9’s, uh
I’m my father dealer reincarnated
Pushin that purina, he got to it
‘fore the dog ate it, bitch

I’m back at it i’m back at it