Back With The Tracks II

Lyrics

Verse 1: Awon Poison darts at your system and make you a victim of that raw shit That's spits more than Calico clips Platinum from the womb, MC too the tomb In 88 the mic was a bride, and I was her groom Check it when I flip scripts, verbal kicks like Bruce Lee flicks Tracks get flipped like Jackie Chan in that sick My attack write and exact don't point like a needle I spray like a Mac, they made my rhyme style illegal The technique is criminal, I sabotage the mental With only two weapons, that's the paper and the pencil Niggas try to outline my flow like a stencil But tryna spit these razor sharp lyrics, you need work on your dental That's how I flow like Banderas, and Desperado all out I'm nuclear niggas fall out, the wrong nigga to call out To a duel at high noon, with 18 shooters on my hips Pull the draw and bust your shit, when I spit diamonds from my lips Bitch Verse 2: Awon Mass murder is disillusion and physically trapped Which is spiritual metaphysical, my mental intact Out to get rich, others still are blind to the fact Black fellas can only get it crack, smack it or rap My analysis is fabulous scribe, the son from Nazareth Fuckin with me is hazardous like losing a dad at this Camouflage cowboy always on some savage shit Cookin up marvelous platters you get your cabbage split Hate rappers who act really ain't never had a hit Hate rappers with honor rogers who never had a clip For real I hate rappers but love haters Cuz niggas can't stand me like Kobe and the Lakers A champ at it, amped on it, all the fans want it It's a shame when they heard A they try to front on it Now they jump on it, jam on it, even overseas Got cyberspace poppin for some new MP3's Yeah Verse 3: Awon So holla if you hear me I'm out on bail keepin my head up It's me against the world tryna keep from gettin wet up With ambitions of a rider Benz of outsiders and outlaws Lovin my lyrics without cause California dreamin of bitches without drawers Get around hold it down, my digital underground All Eyez On Me, Hit Em Up lyrically So are you still down with a real MC Dear momma I'ma put you up in a Thugz Mansion Your sons rhymes are more hardcore than Marilyn Manson So much pain, me tryna change the game Everybody wanna use a dead man's name in vain I'ma put it to rest cuz I feel I'm the best On the East and the West, crooked eyes really fresh And I still pump Yeezy's, rockin my neezly Fuck what you heard I even listen to Jeezy