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    Mr. Lif

    Return Of The B-Boy

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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 couldnt ignore
    Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
    This mans slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
    We remove bullets and pack skin
    The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say dont worry
    At the clerk he say dont 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 yall 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 Ill flip that kid off the head"
    What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy
    We didnt want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy
    [Chorus]
    Hip, Hip-Hop (Im a bring it back) [x4]
    [Verse 2]
    Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back
    And I was sent to attack, so Im following the map
    Xs mark the rappers out with two head with
    Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
    Step by step Im 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 Ill 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 Im furious, seething at what Im seeing
    Soon those niggaz wont be breathing
    Ive seen what I got so Im leaving
    Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening
    Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness
    Im 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, Im 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
    Im 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
    Whos 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 hes living a lie
    A rap nearly operation
    Told him that man was not meant to leave earths 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 Im a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader
    The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya
    All this blood stream, and Im 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 earths 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 Im 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 cant 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 hes 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 Im 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 Im 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 egos dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit
    Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips
    So whos 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, Im 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]
    [ Return Of The B-boy Lyrics ]
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