Back to the Basics

I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur Because a motherfucker put these raps in the matrix And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred But there's beauty in the dark, just put it in yo mouth And the flows like hmm, like that when you taste it Commin' at niggas like a disciple of death, you would think I'm poppin' a rifle or tech, I'm aimin' right for the neck Yo' momma might as well call up the funeral home so she can Right em' a check, a vile of dialect. That's why they feelin' me A trilogy, a horror is what I become so they call me Jason Vorhee Oops I mean chasin' more cheese, niggas gotta pay some more fees Hot enough to brake a thermometer from another planet I kill em' From here to Andromeda, astronomer because I'm out of the galaxy Challenge me I will disintegrate yo' body like a particle Follow you into a corridor at 4 in the mornin' so I can horrify you Rite before I slaughter you. My boys sayin' they don't think I'm comin' So you know a nigga gotta get em' all. Then Ima' be murderin' em' Like a serial killer then Ima hide em' in the sealing and the wall Fuck em' all. Niggas will never get next to this I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist. Ima blow up and sit in yo' place Then through up shit in yo' place like the exorcist You can't mess with this Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound but still Somehow comin' with that new shit Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound but still Somehow comin' with that new shit Talk about the way there ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more Don't pause with the heat no more Cause there really ain't nothin' out here to eat no more Now a days niggas actin' like they lovin' the dime, used to be some respect But now they just kill em' and stack em' 'cause Benjamin Franklin the governer now Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody around you 'cause a nigga might fuck you Don't need to be nothin' but killers in yo' family That always surround you 'cause a nigga might touch you Since the recession It's been hard on the streets So a nigga comin' hard on the beats, no order in the hood I remember when niggas would get into it, They would have to take problems to chief Now they don't give a fuck who they be shootin' Or who they be robbin' or what you ride All they really care about is you got that And if you let one of these knuckle headed bitches Know you sittin' on somethin', motherfuckers guna' be at that It's those south side murderers It's them west side killas' Up north and over east is a beast What they release be leavin' you desceased Fuck up anybody that try to do damage The block is the planet and shorty is too buck For there to be peace, so I carry a piece But I don't wana' shoot cuz' I already wana' See some of my niggas locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin' at em' on a cell phone R.I.P cuz' my lil' brother Rel' gone We need to find another way to get it instead of always Being on the attack full of hatred Or get smacked in the face with the reality of death If we don't get back to the basics Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound but still Somehow comin' with that new shit Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound but still Somehow comin' with that new shit