Yes, I've been back at it
Back at it
On this music like a bad habit
I abuse it like I crack at it
I soup the beat and take a crack at it
I'm back at it, I'm back at it
These damn pagans, they can't have it
I'm spittin truth, like a cold passer
A soul rapper for these old bastards

Back at it, I'm back at it
Sometimes I spit this sporatic
Sometimes I spit it so slow
But sometimes faster, doubletime master
It's a disaster, when I get plastered
And talk to your girl like Mr. Bombastic
High mathematic like Mr. Fantastic
Got tricks up my sleeve like Mr Go-Gadget

I'm an O-G soul in a new-school era
Bet you heard that one
Truth be told, Ima cause Hysteria
So you better run fast son
Sometimes I just wanna digress
and reflect on my progress
Other times, Im depressed
I confess but it's part of the process

Let's go back
Back to the days of the boom boom bap
With a snap-back and bag full of raps
Back in the day we used to bake cash
In a stash in the back of the one room flat
Back in the day when it was about skill
Nowadays, man's tryin' to do it for a bill
I ain't tryin' to keep my weapons concealed
Keeping it real, I'm all down for the KILL

Crack at it
I'm back at it, I'm back at it
These damn pagans, they can't have it
I'm spittin truth, like a cold passer
A soul rapper for these old bastards

Back at it, I'm back at it
Sometimes I spit this sporatic
Sometimes I spit it so slow
But sometimes faster, doubletime master
It's a disaster, when I get plastered
And talk to your girl like Mr. Bombastic
High mathematic like Mr. Fantastic
Got tricks up my sleeve like Mr Go-Gadget

Said I'm there for the kill
No need to chill
I grind the till
I got fans screaming yo come to Brazil
Or I got a pool house up on the hill
And I got my girl to really know how I feel
Yo what's the deal
I know I will
My life like takin' a limitless pill

Let's go back
Back to the days of the boom boom bap
With a snap-back and bag full of raps
Back in the day when we used to bake cash
In a stash in the back of the one room flat
Back in the day when it was about skill
Nowadays, man's tryin' to do it for a bill

Yes, I've been back at it
Back at it
On this music like a bad habit
I abuse it like I crack at it
I soup the beat and take a crack at it
I'm back at it, I'm back at it
These damn pagans, they can't have it
I'm spittin truth, like a cold passer
A soul rapper for these old bastards

Back at it, I'm back at it
Sometimes I spit this sporatic
Sometimes I spit it so slow
But sometimes faster, doubletime master
It's a disaster, when I get plastered
And talk to your girl like Mr. Bombastic
High mathematic like Mr. Fantastic
Got tricks up my sleeve like Mr Go-Gadget

Yes, I've been back at it
Back at it
On this music like a bad habit
I abuse it like I crack at it
I soup the beat and take a crack at it
I'm back at it, I'm back at it
These damn pagans, they can't have it
I'm spittin truth, like a cold passer
A soul rapper for these old bastards