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Comeback
by Ezra Alexis
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Said Im watchin roads
I dont wanna do no tic tac toe
All the games are for kids and they cant cook with heat so I gotta let that go
They been watchin a while so I had to come back with the molten style
When I hold this mic itll melt
Said when I hold this mic itll melt much like lava
To feel like the man no I dont need lager
I dont need Louiss V or no Prada
I got more hooks than a packed out charter
Inspect the data there is simply no room to barter
With a pen and page Ill go bananas
Watch the respect my new music garners
I cant stop there I must work the hardest
Just like when Jordan took shit to heart its
Not in my blood to live life a target
I own my shit its not swept under carpet
So when I write its intensely crafted
I dont do fillers each line is carved it
Mirrors my work rate right from the start its
Clear me to now Ive become stronger
The old me is my dearly departed
I give it alot why
Cos Im sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin I got
No time given to stop
Im driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And Im so tired of missin my shot
Time keeps slippin
I keep rippin
Up these pages I exhibit
Cos perfect is my design limit
I wont idle by and identify with it
If it aint anything alligned with my vision
Im the kind of guy to define and critic
My own work I only wanna rhyme acidic
Its my mind against me a sadistic pitting
They say calm down but that aint fitting
I need more work so Ill keep spitting
Up until the saliva inside me drys up
And my lips are so cracked my mouth stops grinning
I got one speed and thats intensity
My shits too heavy to be delivered gentily
Lord of this rap land give your rent to me
My flows uncharted Im where noones venturing
I got a map for ya
Ill come back for ya
I lied I wont look back when I drive
This stake in the game one time
Thats all I need the rest wont survive
Its rap genocide switch back when I like
Ridgeback with a mic pitch black set of mind
Ill still conquer all thats in sight
I give it alot why
Cos Im sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin I got
No time given to stop
Im driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And Im so tired of missin my shot
Cannot be the same again
Said Im watchin roads
I dont wanna do no tic tac toe
All the games are for kids and they cant cook with heat so I gotta let that go
They been watchin a while so I had to come back with the molten style
When I hold this mic itll melt
Said when I hold this mic itll melt much like lava
To feel like the man no I dont need lager
I dont need Louiss V or no Prada
I got more hooks than a packed out charter
Inspect the data there is simply no room to barter
With a pen and page Ill go bananas
Watch the respect my new music garners
I cant stop there I must work the hardest
Just like when Jordan took shit to heart its
Not in my blood to live life a target
I own my shit its not swept under carpet
So when I write its intensely crafted
I dont do fillers each line is carved it
Mirrors my work rate right from the start its
Clear me to now Ive become stronger
The old me is my dearly departed
I give it alot why
Cos Im sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin I got
No time given to stop
Im driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And Im so tired of missin my shot
Time keeps slippin
I keep rippin
Up these pages I exhibit
Cos perfect is my design limit
I wont idle by and identify with it
If it aint anything alligned with my vision
Im the kind of guy to define and critic
My own work I only wanna rhyme acidic
Its my mind against me a sadistic pitting
They say calm down but that aint fitting
I need more work so Ill keep spitting
Up until the saliva inside me drys up
And my lips are so cracked my mouth stops grinning
I got one speed and thats intensity
My shits too heavy to be delivered gentily
Lord of this rap land give your rent to me
My flows uncharted Im where noones venturing
I got a map for ya
Ill come back for ya
I lied I wont look back when I drive
This stake in the game one time
Thats all I need the rest wont survive
Its rap genocide switch back when I like
Ridgeback with a mic pitch black set of mind
Ill still conquer all thats in sight
I give it alot why
Cos Im sick of the lot
Just try sit in my spot
Spines are missin I got
No time given to stop
Im driven to plot
This entire vision I got
And Im so tired of missin my shot
Cannot be the same again
