(mike)
Alright


Verse 1 (mike)

They say welcome back mike

It's a pleasure to have you
You da hot %#@!
It's like metal to magnets

Come round the back to the staff
Door access
Light up a cuban

Spot a pig matress
Autograph action
Sneak through the door

S.o.b. and me turnin ya peace into war
(peace into war)
So turn the $%&^$%&^ beat up some more

And step back pronto
Reload the combo
Mike, ryu, and tak

It's like some mo wade and marly mal
Symphony rock
You could turn off the beat

And couldn't get me to stop
I could give a fat $#&@
If you with me or not

I do not give a damn
Got tracks on the billboard
But here i am

With my man green lantern
Raisin hell a-gain
And so way past go

Never sold my soul

Chorus

(never sold my soul)

(ryu)


Verse 2 (ryu)


You see what i've become
(come)
Top gun

Mac 1
Knock tongue
Baby i'm the best

I aint got another option
(tion)
Grotesek yet?

So fresh
Yes!
Never lost

Not once
(never)
You see what i've become

The last 6 months
My lyrics went from
"oh %#@!"

To "oh $#&@"
This dude is a problem
Don't front

The last of the west coast rappers
That don't suck
(suck! )

This isn't even fun no more
I done killed so many people
That my gun gets bored

Why fight now?
I already won this war
Everything you think is hot

Man i done before
From the bloc %#@!
To the rap %#@!

To the rock %#@!
Even did some pop %#@!
Fatten up my pocket
Profit!
$#&@in with me?

See nuthin is free
It's r-y-u from the s.o.b.
Suck it!

Verse 3 (tak)


Can't get a grip
Plan sorta slips
Stand in front of the fan
With his hands full of %#@!

Covered the face before
The camp was a clique
Damn
They call em a hell of a man with a lisp
Can't escape the dark

Or erase the thought
His heart beats
Quicker than a racing horse
So he blocks his own reflection
And ducks from sunlight
Then both worlds collide

And result in a gunfight
Cuts in his chest still
Russian rouliette wheel
Mistakes might of
Spattered in the guts into left field
Ooh!
Take a deep breath for the recess

Thangs on the brains
To remain as a defect
Yea
A new born with a new curse
Fits like a shoe horn in a blue hurst
Then the lights for the lampshade glow
Pull out the pen

And let the whole damn thing blow

Chorus