MR. LIF - Return Of The B-Boy lyrics

[Verse One]

Seconds after I had been swept off my feet

Open through the doors and in steps the beat

Complete with medical packs and four fours

Looked at me and said "damn this nigga need gauze"

Bored, apart in the street he got beat

The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat

Me, these images I could'nt ignore

Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store

This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within

We remove bullets and pack skin

The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry

At the clerk fire rounds in the flurry

And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat

Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back

They have the form like miyagi for the kamikaze

Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi

I see y'all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor

We came to save ya and we came to relay the data

I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound

Cause they had us locked down.

They meaning sucka rappers herbs crabs

Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs

Then they facing masteries, just to blast the pieces

Whats dope and hope that we accept the wacker thesis, jesus

Wheres the chamber? Allow me the become the scum rearranger

They said "focus ya anger" and bring the rhymes that you wrote

Because these folks will hang ya

I accepted their concerns turn to him and said

"fuck that written shit I'll flip these niggas off the head"

What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy

We didn't want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy

[Chorus]

Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) [x4]

[Verse 2]

Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back

And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map

X's mark the rappers out with two head with

Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff

Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat

And make him regret, the day that we met

I suspect they got a smooth box, I'm headed to the rooftops

That's where I'll make my stratagem so I can splatter them

They were only half of ten, five less rappers alive

So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didnt coincide

They were sacrilegious, and vicious, with dark wishes

Which is to assure the core of hip hop were the snitches

I dropped dime on how to travel back in time

So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns of rhyming

I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing

Soon those niggaz won't be breathing

Ive seen what I've gotta so I'm leaving

Cause I wanna, set off the slaughter for the evening

Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness

I'm about to rip this, come bear witness

[Beat plays for About 20 seconds]

[chorus x2]

[beat changes]

[Mr. Lif begins rapping]

Mic Check!

We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it

This nigga said I couldnt have it

So tragic for him to counter my magic, I'm rabid

I reached for his fuckin face and grabbed it

Nigga, how the fuck did you figure

You can Interfere with the music so potent

That I gazed at his skull for a moment

Before I moved on.

Then I heard two songs

Distinct flavors from Wu's Enter the 36 chambers

I'm about to bring this nigga danger

He was illusive, an uncle tom carrying nooses

Strong yet spiritually useless

I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats

Beatin with whips and straps

Hit him with conscience, held a mirror up to his face

The motherfucker jetted out of the place

Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats

Claiming that he's got concepts, I stepped to him slow

Looked deep in his eyes, seen a prison was within him

Cause he's living a lie

I grab Daily Operation

Told him that man was not meant to leave the earth's population

These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration

No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low

This had no affect on my abilities though

To murder an MC is standing procedure

Looked and seen this cat got on Follow the Leader

But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chest deleter

primary feature, my intense urge to bleed ya

all his blood drained and I'm steadily aiming

To find the next nigga for maiming

Thats when my instincts came in handy

This mega large nigga tried to brand me

I dodged a mega blast of energy

Then my mind aged to centuries

Futuristic data, for a complex matter

This power left a cater, I can peep the equator

He smiled I can see him through the earth's vapor

Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground

What? My jaw dropped at what I found

Classics by Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, BDP, PE and RUN DMC

Low End Theory Three Feet

Criminal Mind It Takes a Nation of a Mill, Time to kill

Run DMC, Celph Titled, this nigga's my arch rival

Survival, not liable, got up close and what I saw I couldnt believe

My enemy was a genetic replica of me

Battling yourself is the biggest chore

It could be the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war

So now I'm thrown off, taken back, in fact I didnt know how to react

To lack a plan of attack, but he was in full effect, and next

He'd infect my intellect with thoughts I couldnt accept

Images of my grandmother in that old folks home

Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic

Damage of my mental fabric, hellafied horror havoc

Criminal I can't stand it,or understand it yet my torture was expanded

By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down

By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health

Body blows, several shots to the head

98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads

The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again

Had a vision of my defeat of him

So now I'm back, strapped and intact

Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact

Thoughts were unholy, slowly he looked me up and down coldly

Like I'm the motherfuckin phony

And maybe I am, damn. I stuttered dropped the mic from my hand

Saw some open land so I ran

But as I jet past past thoughts, my man had blast shots

Bloodcots stopping circulation to my knot [heart]

My ego split my humility started to mumble feeble shit

Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips

So who's me, maybe this uzi cold heart of steel

With a sign that says use me

I call her Susie, do you like what you see

Usually, I wouldnt let a biter confuse me

Much of this instance, make a difference

So I started to think with, the innocence of infants incents of instincts

Burn inscents, I'm intense

Funny how the powerful scent just dense his senses

Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone

To relentless, sequences that leap fences

beating all human kind to defenseless

So I shift for, never sick for

with a swift sword, flipped and clipped his mic chord

Speechless, never wit weakness

he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif

Be my guest, take a guess who left the set blessed

And who was left a mess. And at peace request

I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest

[Mr. Lif Talking to the end]

Thanks to James_Shins for these lyrics