Yes. I know it's been a while. Thank you for keeping my seat warm. Yo, yo...

[verse 1]
He's been off the radar, but Cannon's at it again
And it seems it's amateur hour for average kids
But I raise the average, kid, with a mix so clean
That I don't even have to master this shit
The Walter Cannon is lit and no one's fatter than this, he's dope
You get the picture like the camera click?
Do you get the point or do I have to hammer it in?
My Rapt fam splattered these kids, I was just glad to assist
It's pretty hard to follow after this shit
But as a matter of fact don't even matter a bit
Cause I don't rap to get rich, I just rap for the kicks
I'll cop a pair of Jordan 5s cause I rap for the kicks
But I can barely afford vans, I'm clearly a poor man
But truth is your future's got a scarier forecast
So here's a little slice of advice that's very important
If I say goodbye tonight, make sure I'm buried at your hands

[Chorus]
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Everybody says "hell ya, hell ya"
When we take it home though
Oh no it’s been a while, yup, I’ve been tied up
But now I’m back on my grind, yea so I just
Shout it though the microphone
When we take it home

[verse 2]
It’s Walter Cannon upgraded, revision with a new edition
He should do it every year and make a new tradition
Reverse engineer it to a cool condition
Fix backwards like I spay dudes and neuter women
They move into position at this dude’s volition
Key low, never lets police know who’s complicit
He’s got his kilo, that’s what he’s doin' with it
A real cunning linguist like he’s cooter kissin'
Too delicioius, triple x shit
Never rusty, never reckless
So if they take cheap shots like tetanus
They and their whole block’s going down like tetris
Learn a lesson, get the message
Shit even if it’s just the essence
You’ll be a phantom cause I be a menace
Yes, you will be history just like the rest is
[Chorus]
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Everybody says "hell ya, hell ya"
When we take it home though
Oh no it’s been a while, yup, I’ve been tied up
But now I’m back on my grind, yea so I just
Shout it though the microphone
When we take it home

[Verse 3]
And I still ride the rhyme scheme, not till the tune is finished
Just do it to precision’s how I provide your provisions
I’m a black cat, they’re superstitious
I Rapt that because my mind’s slow but my computer isn’t
But whose decision was it to give these dudes permission
To drop CDs with weak steeze like True Religion?
They’re stupid kids and can’t even do division
Can’t even do addition, young bloods need supervision
Yea, you and your man's lame, it's a damn shame
It’s like the the rap game needs a Band-Aid
I tell em try rapping without a brand name
I could keep it up for days but I’m afraid I can’t stay
So shouts to Rapt cause they inspired the beats
Oh jeez, them OGs even higher than me
And you might be hooked, so I’ll just say at the end
That if you want another hook you gotta play it again, my friend
Yes sir, feels good to be back