The Return

Duck and cover

Cause when you fuck with suffa it's like the bomb's dropped

You spit like bon jovi, we spit like bon scott

We got it on lock, "deadlock! " non-stop, "head nod! "

Even when the song stop...

Step in the cipher and it's danger

I'll set the pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber

And he don't fuck around

We've gained such renown

For this state of the art custom sound

For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives

The good die young, me and suff' are still bad with this

Rhyme style it's lethal, "prime time the sequel! "

Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people

I told you from the start, i'm a soldier of the art

Effortless, take every breath and hold it to your heart

With debris and my brother suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover

It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers!

I don't give a goddamn... listen, i don't know...

I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"

"how many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"

I don't give a goddamn... listen, i don't know...

It's debris...

Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting

Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin

Assaulting the system, "a system that's broken! "

The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating

I spit till you're open underground

P-delaressure and he don't fuck around

Now album number five, "worked hard to earn that! "

No doubt it was a fight, "too far to turn back! "

Now i step in the sun, take the weather however it comes

Although i'm a second son, i'm second to none

Lesson is done, what goes around comes around

Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around

The hood spits the news like wolf blitzer, crews

Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the

World war three in a whisper

The mr. suffa (and mr. pressure)

I don't give a goddamn... listen, i don't know...

I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"

"how many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"

Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless

Try and flame the name, we can wrestle in a furnace

"never! " came half-hearted, "never! " came last, started

Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered

"and we can get it on! " i'm at peace with myself

Cause there's a piece of myself in every song

I don't just write rhymes, i spent a lifetime building

A lifeline accommodating night time's children

And now they love the sound

Play me with a gravyspitter and he don't fuck around

Check... ain't no stepping to me

Cause p and suffa bad mothers like treacherous three

So "feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat"

You feel your hearts weep cause you still can't beat

The hills, and aren't we just still too rugged?

I can feel you love it, we the real blue-blooded, c'mon!

I don't give a goddamn... listen, i don't know...

I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"

"how many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"

I don't give a goddamn... listen, i don't know...

It's debris...