[Intro]
I'm back
Kato on the track
Second time around
I'm not playing anymore

[Bridge]
Yeah
It's my time now
But they want the spot, yeah
It's my time now
But they want the spot, yeah

[Chorus]
It's my time now
But they want the spot
But I'm back now
Everybody knows to back down
I smack down
Leeching every faggot rap clown

[Verse 1]
Second time around, I wanna show my progression
Top 38 unless the best in this rap election
Fifth contest that Kato was done pressed with
He hearing the fifth winner, your name ain't even mentioned
Fall back, should go school shopping, it's not an option
Like Ricky Bobby make the Winner Circle my hobby the most
Clever than ever, wanted to be a wannabe
You want a piece, you wanna see? I take it like a wallaby
Break that in position that you hold it horizontally
Ain't as far as my odyssey, now look it's an anomaly
Fuck it and while we on the topic of toke and astrology
I'm the best in the solar system, historic with DeLoreans
It's Hip Hop bitch, will swallow and destroy you
I had to warn you, but just know I had to Joyner, Lucas
Get a token for your thoughts and your future
Fuck the pennies, blow your heart away, but don't blow out at me
First dance, see that's a low blow, I ain't a smoke Joe
Let's go-go and don't slow down in a Volvo kind of attitude
You couldn't pinpoint the latitude or longitude
I'm in the waiting room like Kevin Donahue, but
[Verse 2]
Yeah, enough of going fast I'ma catch a flow
Gassed up, not at Texaco
I don't step on toes, I just rep the coast
And don't shoot myself, I ain't PEXACO
And you the next to go
I don't flex it doe, but I'm flexible
It's no question though
When I stretch my arm strong you long gone
This shit is watered down, it's soup calling you WonTon
They knew it's fucking GOAT, they be calling me Bron Bron
It's come on, giving you the ghost and face palm
Like bygones get together with the bygones
It's verbal intercourse like Ghost Face and Rayquan
Woo, gotta punch the clock
Cause my time is now, I ain't got time to watch
Try to switch the flows like I did with the last one
You ain't me, you better off with your last one
Do rae me, to my ABCs
Come famousl,y know the course to Atlas
I'm crack cut, giving you cocaine it's mad nuts
Why you mad at us for Mad Max or mad rush
Speed and mad dust as a matter of fact
Like you don't say I wreak havoc
R-P to P to me, you are the prodigy
And somebody is a product of the East Coast
I don't mean to brag or boast, but you ain't coming close
To tell Kato any more beats, 'cause I'm dropping more heat
Like bars, LeBron and D Wade on superstar teams
You'll never outsmart me, uh, 'til I'm still in bones
You won't ever beat me when I'm in my zone
It's all tactics, then we mix and master
You a fiend like speed, then you intergalatic
I ain't never had a motherfucker open the casket
See the dare right then, put it past and passed it
A rebellion assault come equipped with blasters
Death to the stars lacking an act of passion
It's a constellation, light 'em up and blaze 'em
'Cause you play they hits 'til they overrated
And they overpaid 'cause you made them famous
But they gettin' they money so I can't be hating
I don't wanna be one to get rid of the caters
Go basics, and now all my fans are brainless
Then it go contagious, I ain't got the patience
When I make good shit then I sell out stages
All phases, the moon is the destination
And I fly right back to the ozone layer
Drivin' past, ain't no telling when I touch and grab
Or who you think supplied Dre and them with the matching gas
And even yards of rope, bitch, it ain't a joke
I know you think the rhyme's like, pretty dope
And I'm sorry 'cause that's all she wrote
And just make sure to credit when you bite my quotes
It's never written, dismissing the motherfuckers who be kidding
Or rippin' em like a ticket, it's credits will forgive him
I'll passing the competition, imagine 'em to existence
I'll be hashing and thrashing, I'm like a serial killer
It's never really the villain, who be plottin' and stealin'
See, it's the billions of people who fuckin' think they be chillin'
But subzero is coming, he'll be taking your name
It's my second time around, bitch, I ain't playin'
Woo, now you woke the beast
Your kid grown up now, drop a dope release
And post and see, who really wanna post a team
Fourth week in November ain't the only time that I feast
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's my time now
But they want the spot
But I'm back now
Everybody knows to back down
I smack down
Leeching every faggot rap clown