Testo Neva Go Back - Special Ed
Testo della canzone Neva Go Back (Special Ed), tratta dall'album Revelations
I'm getting restless, what guest list?
I'm rushing the percussion, end of discussion
Now as you were, your rhyme's soft like fur
Oh, you write for her? Now that explain it
But I reign it, I rule it, so cool it
While I school it, listen to precision
Rhyming, timing, climbing
Through your window (Crooklyn style) and we in, yo
Ravaging your whole premises, don't ever diss
'Cause here's your address, 'cause me bad, yes
So come test me now like Patra
I got it sewn like Sinatra
Organized rhyme in effect, snap that neck
Like E Double if there be trouble
So move on, there's nothing to see here
Clear the area, your rhymes are dead
Get the burrier to bury ya
I'm very effective, I might add
Original rude since I was a little lad
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I'm pumping like Donovan, plus I'm a little vicious
I eat MCs 'cause they delicious, it's just
That some mistrust, but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now I'm back with how, stomping
Like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave
So if your rib have plenty of back 'cause I attack
Like blood cells, fighting off diseased MCs
Like the Superfriends in the metropolis
In a super Benz with Howie
Now we got two threes, fuck it, six
Give me the mix and I'ma kill 'em with the lyrics
So dig a plot, a nigga got seven
Never doubt, I go all out, salida
You need a map, you need a rap, you need a slap
You need a nap, so take one because you tired
I get so fed, I feel wired
But I never sell or fall 'cause I never fell
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I don't beg, I break your leg like an egg
And fry it, try it and see what happen when I'm rapping
Shit start, so get smart like Max
'Cause cold hard facts prevail, I don't fail
I don't turn pale, but I'm very ill
I'm fatal, I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count 'em
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But, but, but, but, but don't stutter, just say it
Shit is butter, now don't that feel better?
Get a sweater 'cause it's getting colder
Every time I hold a mic, niggas freeze up
So ease up like off the scrotum
'Cause you wrote 'em like you know them
So let me show them real rhyme
'Cause I feel I might start bugging
If you don't back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on and so I strike
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
I never go back, I never flow wack
I just come back, I just come fat
Credits
Writer(s): Howard A. Thompson, Edward K. Archer
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