Back in Town (feat. C Driz, D Calibur & Nat Mueller)

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Kayncee

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Yo, yo
We're back in town
Let's go
Aw, f*ck off mate just start it again 

Don't know why but I'm losing my mind
Don't look into my eyes cause I'm gruesome at times
I'll rip my arm off, sew it on with my shoestring
Don't know why, but I just find it amusing
You man are cluelessly booking
You man are stupidly moving 
Tell me the motive then I might see why
Cause if you don't say I can't see what you're doing
Never seen a man that moves so wrong
If there's no beef don't beef my don
Walk through the park with a barbed wire thong
A mother with kid came to ask what I'm on
Then I just told her life
People don't see what's inside
Until they take a step outside
But then she tazed me then I died
You can see that I've lost my patience
Going in hard but I ain't that famous
But I'll keep going on until I'm the greatest
You'll wanna know me on a first-name basis
Take a look around then tell me who's the fakest
If you look at me then I'll leave you faceless
Aimless, nameless, faithless but still gracious
Need a kick straight up the anus
I'm keeping my bars up
F*ck a 16 we going harder
Ain't going solo these two my partners
F*ck all the rest, GFI move smarter
Slow it down you can listen
To my hiss when I'm spitting writtens
Whilst you have gone missing
I've got your missus in my room stripping 
Before I'm hitting you can have her back if I do permit it
A week or so is what I give it before I'm dipping so listen
Back with the pace I ain't gon' slack
Back with the speed return of the mack
I go forward you fallback
I stick to the beat with the flow on the track
Looked in the mirror said they're not me
Looked in the mirror said I'm not them
I spit too hard like a throat full of phlegm
Not one lie will leave my mouth I always keep it 10x10
One hunna, like Drake and the game
But 101 cause I spit more flames
I got on a sweat and I'm tryna stay tame
I know I'll be killing it after the blame

Wrote this song when I heard my boys were back in town
Came down for a week so you know that we be showing out
Had to drop a track, in fact, this ain't no average sound
We ain't slowing down, nah, we keep it going now

Grab a mic and let em know just how we getting down 
When we rocking through your town you know you gotta pump it loud 
That's the sound, when I'm about, man I kick it to the ground
Not a foul, man it's allowed, with these writtens I bring out 
So wild, that's the style you love it when it's flowing like
The Nile but my meanders, just stay so disguised
I'm rowing down the beat cause I know it brings my soul to life
I move the rhythm so defined never hidden like a poltergeist 
Used to be a broken jigsaw, found it hard to fit 
But since I started barring shit, I guess some shit just starts to click
That hand dealt, it started shit but now half my cards are lit
And I could keep that image going but f*ck it man just pass the
Don't settle for settling I can do better whatever the weather is know that 
I'll never quit then I'm remembering ever the guy
With rhymes all the time I can bring a beat to life
That's the life that I live every line that I spit is just my hottest shit not a lie, promise this
On the mic, watch me win until I die rocks I kick
But I'm fine, rock all night that's just standard for my mind
As I rise to the sky and I'm visioning that mic, ahh
And I'm gassed cause my boys are back in town never backing out 
Never standing down now we kick a beat try match the sound 
Let's have it out snatch the crown from this  average crowd
Smash the ground bring a fucking ruckus lets go at it now

Wrote this song when I heard my boys were back in town
Came down for a week so you know that we be showing out
Had to drop a track, in fact, this ain't no average sound
We ain't slowing down, nah, we keep it going now

Dick with words you can call me Hitler
Like a farmers fag I ain't got no filter
Talk to your mum like your younger sister
Yeah I liked you first but your mums a killer
No shoes no shirt but I still get service
Cally on the track and I still keep working 
Get a little cocky but I deserve it
See my team, we make you nervous 
I don't doubt the fact you're good
I doubt the fact that I care 
Starting to look a little scared 
That shit really ain't that rare 
Say she a church girl, get a little freaky
Bless your needs different with the priestly 
Never been with a devil that look so geeky
It's the circle of life learnt that from Rafiki 
I'll kick it hard, ferocious heart 
Say okay like in That Part
Gotta be Dexter, gotta be smart
Even it out and I'll take your heart
I'm like a map in rucksack, on track
Dora on some dope crack, relax
Monkey on my shoulder, backs crack
Addiction goes way past, black jack
All these kids with they're hopeless gigs
Fronting with their Rolex wrists
Looking for a Supreme bitch
Bait themselves, complex snitch
You know the rules of this game, everything here, the same 
Nothing here has been changed
Find my will to survive these things start to look a little strange
Like an unpaid parking ticket, underchanged
You can call me D Cali (when I'm coming with it)
She can call me D Cali (and I love to hear it)
They can see this D Cali (when I'm with your sister)
Your girl wants D Cali (so I give it to her)

Wrote this song when I heard my boys were back in town
Came down for a week so you know that we be showing out
Had to drop a track, in fact, this ain't no average sound
We ain't slowing down, nah, we keep it going now

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