Bring it Back [Mixtape]

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Flashback to the future, back in it I'm back with it, may as well be the only cat spittin' It's Illyal, bitches, time to get your skills down 'Cause I don't fuck around with nothin' but the real now It's Illyal, bitches, time to get your skills down 'Cause I don't fuck around with nothin' but the real now It's Illyal, bitches, time to get your skills down 'Cause I don't fuck around with nothin' but the real now It's Illyal, bitches, time to get your skills down 'Cause I don't fuck around with- It's Illyal, bitches, time to get your skills down 'Cause I don't fuck around with nothin' but the real now Ain't shit funny but suckers'll still clown I'll knock you out your spot, from the top o' the build down I got what you fuckers need, come get it And you can either get ran ovеr or run with it, see? The problem is what y'all doin', we alrеady done did it Switched our styles and done lifted See? I'm young, gifted and too mean To stop doin' my thing over pre-teen bitching You all children, just sit down, listen How you drop knowledge when you ain't got wisdom? I'm not stoppin', I'm up in it, I'm back So either hack the heat or gap it outta the kitchen, what? [Chorus] Time to get your skills down Or-ga-ga-ga-gap it outta the kitchen I-i-i-i'll knock you out your spot Co-co-co-come get it It's Ill-ill-it's Illyal, bitches No-no-nothin' but the real-real I got what you fuckers nee-nee-need [Verse 2] What? You silly, go and get silly, bro, act like you really know I'ma get rich and watch how fast a milli go The crisp and clean acrylic flow Reppin' for cats who ain't got no track but dealin' in dope I'm inner peace but the raps are killin' us, so I'm all for it a turn in it back to stealin' the shows Bring your best if you wanna try to team Crooked Eye and [?], you ain't gonna do a thing, man We got it, dude, east to west, you ain't got a clue While I'm reppin' for the south like, "What it do?" Dudes wanna start up? Sweet, I'll knock a few And still cop more arse than female locker rooms What's your problem, dude? Ain't like I care or I'm bothered Just wanna know why I'm about to bottle you Stop, rise up, guys, just put your crooked eyes up Motherfucker, you know where to find us [Intro] Yup, yup You are now listening to The Ill Al mixtape Brought to you by The good people o' Crooked Eye, mane