[Intro: Sulaiman]
Yeah
You know we back because we rotate just like the sun did
From every function to every city to every studio
Still giving you that real real shit
What you really need to know
From the go
Yo

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
I don’t know the reason n***as don’t fuck with me
Probably because I’m not gay drinking a latte
On a cold night on the corner of Belmont and Park
I say fuck all of y’all with an exclamation mark
Look at these dudes, how could I ever be shook by these dudes
Y’all some fishy ass n***as I got a hook for these dudes
Your girl did the lick and swab to my fishing rod
As fresh as your occupation you should quit the job
You’re not from out west you’re from old park
When I think of K-Town I did the crip in the cold heart
My daughter drink quality water
You need to be honest
Fashion geeks always your father
The return of the Ye clones
Came back dressing their bae’s clothes, I’m straight homes
These n***as will put a stain on your watch
Word to God
I know a kid that can’t spell the fucking name of his block
But he’s ready to murk something and I ain’t for that life
So I get a better relief when I talk to this mic
Always follow your number one gold rule
Food for thought
God never wore jewels
Fuck out of here
Got your ass whooped cause you drank momma’s beer
I you stayed by yourself you would play with yourself
I know one of my n***as I grew up with stayed with a MILF
Milked her out of bread, capitalizing while fucking her
While he was doing that I was making my bars do uppercuts
I do this for my n***as who be pushing onions
If you get the opps to listen then you doing something
I came through to drop the bomb dog
My intentions using CD-Rom
Anything beneath me is completely gone
[Interlude: Sulaiman]
You know what an era is?
It’s a distinct period and style
And what we’re bringing is wild
We coming from east to west coast
International, all that
Trying to give you the artifacts that was buried down in the ground
Thousands and thousands of years ago
We’re still here though
Shining bright like diamonds
You know what it is

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
I never cared about n***as not fucking with me
That’s because I’m not gay and all my bitches strictly dig me
When n***as is acting fishy I stay away from the water
I break up weed on the Magna Carta
In the Victorian, make grown men turn into boys again
Playing with dirt, chalk and toys again with boring friends
Every time I shoot I’m scoring man, I’m streaking
Me on this heat is a cheat sheet with a deep freeze
G file clerk working nonstop going insane
I got rap crack flowing in veins
Know what I’m saying?
No cause your ass can’t breathe
In that tight ass shit and big ass feet
Y’all n***as fashion bozos
Y’all the reason I stay lo-pro
Looking at male outfits, discussing my style
Talking about men to other guys, it’s disgusting and foul
I play the background but my rhymes live and direct
I don’t care if that’s your chick boy I’m eyeing her chest
Y’all crank just relying on sex
That’s your downfall
Your motives are pussy, that’s why I’m not around y’all
That’s last on my list
There’s too much cash to go get, fuck your fit
I’m in Inglewood n***a, five days a week
If you walk past here then you stay asleep
I take life in strides
I take the background to the scenes of Chicago then swallow my pride
I don’t keep shit bottled inside, that’s not an attribute of mine
I specialize in lyrical crime
They told me when I go to war give me a vest
I spit a bar it’s like gripping a tech
I sit with the best
And you sit with the cock buffers
Your whole style I’ve had enough of
Mother fucker
[Outro: Sulaiman]
It’s time to take that shit out
And bring the ill shit back in
You know what I’m saying
Cause we been doing this shit way too long
And the rightful heirs to the throne is right here
So you know
All these other lames got to disappear
Give up the cash give up the gas
Tell your girl to give up the ass