Intro
Yo! Ya!
Damn G, you really know how to make a beat
What’s that now? Oh you want me to go in?
Ah man don’t make me do that to them
I mean that’s just like, come on yo

Oh I have a cypher
Spark up fire from your Bic lighter
Let's see how long it takes young G to expire
I speak in your head through head-phone wires
I speak in your head through head-phone wires

Haha, ya you like that?
Ya ya ya! All right, yo I got some more shit, yo


Verse
I work harder than 2Pac
Low key like tuba, I'm tryna move up
Ain't no track my tounge won't shoot up
Got records on the hula
Can't quite see, what's a head of me
So I take a seat on a beat like a boosta
Bad chicks like Medusa give me good medulla
(Hallelujah!) On my own private island like Aruba
Everyday I make a comeback on my new stuff
Win rap battles as if it was Chattanooga, booby Papa Sula
When my pupils dilate and quadruple
I feel unusual
Music usually fuels a google units to spew
I'm futile to staying neutral
It behooves me to move my buccal
You will screw the pooch if you construe a rhyme duel
I'm brutal in a feud, use my kick to ju-jitsu
Dismiss you into the abyss
Won't miss you
Convince me to not fry you to a crisp
I got lines like red Robins fries, bottom - less
I love life, give that bitch a french kiss
If a mic is a dick, then I'm gay with my wits
Swap spit to the tip as the only thing that transmits are hip-hop hits
I run drum kits till my consciousness quits
Consistent to emit what my noggin has within
Where do I begin?
I like to wrap up the present so it's hard to reminisce
I gotta blitz
There's more shit out there for me to get
I don't want the glitz, but I want to have control I have to admit
Click a rim if you believe in Nick
I'm looking for a New Girl, no Winston no Schmidt
Rhymes on the repeat-er Winston clip
To shoot a track wit
If I'm on it then it's lit
My marksmanship been known to spark
So put a joint on your lip, play my shit and take a rip
Take a whiff, ah!
I got stories to tell about my intelligence
My mind flows like the fountain of soda beverages
Every type of flavor and they all pop (pop!)
I am in your favor if you're betting on the number one spot
Shots from my head
Thoughts from my auto-ma-tic
Well-balanced, but what the fuck is average?
The boy savage
Insomniac going bat shit
Back to back nights, don't take Sabbaths
Feeling like I got the power of Lazarus
Been a maverick with collateral synapses
Habits been forming into actions
Act upon avid passion
Acid reacts with hadron to pass on key thoughts
Change keys like capon
I'm a superhero without my cape on
Because I learned from The Incredibles
Summer weather but been staying in, playing with decibels
Staying credible when my pencil pulls
Lead, can't be read, illegible
That's why I speak, verbal heat
Albums I got several
Keep making beats, flow must be seminal
Haters are still word of mouf, just a mouth on my genitals

Yo, It's lines like that why I'm unforgettable
Kna wha I mean?

Oh I Have been
Oh I Have
Oh I Have
Oh I Have
I have been back, I’m on my new shit