Back & Forth

Lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, uh Edo Yes, yo 9th [Verse 1: Edo. G & King Magnetic] Edo and Mag, trappers get metal and bagged Rappers offsides get penalty flagged Enemies get dragged, toe tagged, no swag Hit 'em in the mouth so they won't brag Boston and Philly revolt like Diddy It could get ugly, before it gets pretty Y'all are talentless (uh) never off balance this (Uhuh) I make choices you make challenges Yo, you raise voices I raise silences ride with us Flow back to golden age up on your calendars Islanders from New York, no hockey though Red sauce noodles no pasta bowl net like a soccer goal Impossible to catch me sleep, I don't nap no more I don't need to rap, I'm here to balance out the Macklemores Ratched on tour and I don't mean the way we act Raising kids making snacks every time we slay the map [Verse 2: King Magnetic] Uh, you the same we them other guys Discover lies, sleep you get caught that's where trouble lies Me and my Alley Town allies, my brother oversize (Uh) Some are wise some are otherwise No wins (uhuh), no decisions (nah), you got sight dog, but no vision You know the rules son pick a side chose one Years to get fans seconds to lose one [Verse 3: King Magnetic] I'm that dude from wherever I'm at A lot a rappers tell my story but they never was that We spit facts you're a memory lapse on Hennessy Black on enemies, till I get my energy back It's 2 OGs, Ed and the King, and my plan is manifesting What I said in the bing, Magnetic it ring A jux only take 2 calls you move work we packing up the van no uHAUL [Verse 4: Edo. G & King Magnetic] Yo, you too small to brawl you play foosball Can't ball at all you take a sue fall Screw y'all, who y'all Dopefiend withdrawn climbing up a ladder too tall Yeah, Blaq Poet like Screwball retired from pitchin' Now I'm coaching it's devotion to crossing the line without encroachment My approach is a classic one Be a father to your child, before I make him a bastard son From a plastic gun archery distance I'm a motherfucking predicate like part of the sentence My own worst enemy I call them my fears Still the life of a kid after all these years, yeah! Yo, you part of the problem put us in this mess we in You normal average so pedestrian the more you lose, the less we win Edo on his high horse like an equestrian You rappers got hurt and scared Hard work beats talent if talent ain't working hard Heat like São Paulo killed the Apollo Chickens can unfollow but they can't unswallow (Haha) This is hip hop coming through yo' speakers (Uhuh) You can't sing or dance you a after dinner speaker Get stomped with Timbs and Jim's sneakers Edo, King Mag, 9th Wonder, the Grim Reapers