Saga

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kev Roc] Ah, and the saga continues Hate her greetings 'of how I've missed you' As daddy returns to refocus on family issues Reports of my demise ring dull And, how you let those jealous motherfuckers beat you in the skull And who hope to be cave in me? Who? I'm still standing, all new and improved with wifey and little Brandon This shit is serious with no excuse for dying I come with a lion, can't you hear these bitches hi-ing? For a jump that mothafucka flailing A shake in his socks it sounds verbally chilling The newly broke loser now sports the noose I'm gonna cook up a goose, on those chickens I come to roast Come in again to check my mind Niggas swimming in the pussy that I left behind me Hip-hop she missing niggas shaving over easy Horny, we fucking about now she glad to see me All this started off in the mountains A result of old pictures, Descriptions, and accounts My feets laced, hair braided and greased face the beast's fate Where the truth be for beef steaks, sakes Sunny sides up it's all up, sweet Sippin out my cup while he's sittin in my seat My fucking remote at his feet Feeling on my hoe, eating my piece of meat And what's stalled and scolded the tones I told her To keep this all a hundred made her more the bolder Now she older, and in search of soul I bust down the door to slap a rhyme over her shoulder Outwit it from thinking you spit it Admit it you bit it, pump fitting you like a fetish Kev Roc I'm seeing the true sense, a new sense To loose mens who produce, douche and [?] hence While you was dropping them, I caught em' They cracked up a scent of burnt leaves raped in water I take them and bash to a bit of mash For you and your crew and your mens and the friends like "I oughta" Kev Roc, I slam with a show of hands And don't be tryna tell me that I sound like your man Regular band jam yes, I can, can And why don't you back the fuck up off of me damn Much my line the of kind of design that I do They burn an effigy of my image while they drink with its stew Round the corner come with the crowd into you 80 people with an ass whooping aimed at you Old followers cracked open the door A port at rock shaman resuscitates reports I thought I knew, I've walked in to twice the force Bringing you back the niceness you lost