Back By Dope Demand

Lyrics

Back by Dope Demand Cold from my skin to my bone through a heart of stone, like nothing you've ever known Freezin' off the microphone, like nothing ever shown 'Cause every tone I feel I kill, and then I chill, still Feel what is left is what I like, if you don't agree, "psyche" 'Cause I ain't got time to play with you, there are other things I have to do I could lecture you with my texture, but I'd rather manufacture a posse To like me for what I am, for all the rest I don't give a damn I wanna be for real for what it's worth, I wanna be down to Earth Givin' what I have inside, not the things that money buys I play for keeps but I play it right, that's why I'm just so damn hype So all you played actors and fakes, let me show you what it takes I'm just one of a three man band and we're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Goin' back 'cause when I'm on track we're gonna dance and party hard, Jack 'Cause I'm dealin' and feelin', so real and appealin', you can touch the ceiling, yes 'Cause the rhythm takes your soul, makes you loose control, so If you've got second thoughts you better pack, 'cause time is what I lack Time to make you see, I'm not doing this for me, this is all for you so help me out Get down and shout : yo! Yes the rest is up to you, it ain't hard just try to do What you do best when you hear me go, on the dopest flow, Joe I won't settle for any less, do your best but I must confess I am the type so hard to please I ill, like a cold disease So move your body from left to right, if you can't, stay out of sight If you can, come on, take a stand, 'cause we're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Gettin' low, feelin' high, like you're gonna fly, into the sky, over the top Till the music drops, you know what I mean, that feeling, hard to stop feeling Just to show who the hell you are dealing with It's the mouth with the mastermind, one in a zillion, hard to find Fusion with a hard to beat track, sting with a bee so I never look back Fucking up that's a figure of speech, meaning the opposite : outta reach Right y'all, that's what I'm saying, the cuts and even the words I'm just displayin' 'Pryme', the lyrics, 'All Star', the hands, we're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand