Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return of the B-Boy, artist - Mr. Lif. Album song I Phantom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Return of the B-Boy |
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 |
Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) x4 |
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 |
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 |