I'm about to take everybody back to the basics
I'm gonna occur
Because a mother fucker put these rappers in the matrix

But there is beauty in the dark
Just put it into your mouth and the flow is mmm
Like that when you taste it
Come on niggers like a disciple of death
You may think of poppin'
I may be right for your neck
Your mother may as well call a funeral house
So she can write them a check

So how you feelin' me the trilogy
The horror is how to be good
So they'll be calling me Jason
Ops I mean Jason More
Niggers got to pay some more fees
Hard enough to put it with the thermometer from another planet
I can live
A comet hit the planet with a minimal
Astronomer because I'm out in the Galaxy
Challenge me
Follow you to a corridor at four in the morning
So I can horrify you

My boys are sayin'
So you know I got to give them all
Then I'm gonna be
Run around like a serial killer
Fuck them all

Niggers are never gonna be next to this
I'm gonna roll
I'm gonna blow up the city
Your place and throw up shit in your face
Like the

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Now let's take shit back to the basics
How we used to do shit
With the original sound
And still somehow come on with that new shit
Talk about the way �¢?�¦ respect in the streets no more
Don't call with the heat no more
'Cause I'm really get up and eat no more

Nowadays niggers are acting like a love in the dime
Used to be some respect
But now they just kill by mistake
Because Benjamin Franklin is driving them nuts
Everybody around you 'cause that nigger may fuck
Don't need to be no killers in your family..
'Cause the nigger might touch you
System recession �¢?�¦ hard in the streets
So a nigger comes hard on the beats
No order in the hood
I remember when niggers were given too
And they were happy to take problems
Now they don't give a fuck how the ? you know
What you are
Now they only care if you got that
And if you love one of these bitches
You're sitting on.

South side murderer
Is the west side killer

Up north
What they release
Believe in you
Fuck up anybody who's trying to do demos

So I'll carry a piece
But I don't wanna shut it
'Cause I already seen some niggers in jail
Instead I had them on a cell phone
I be brother well gone
Got to show a different way to give it
Instead of full of hatred
You'll get smack in face with
Reality if we don't get back to the basics

[Chorus]

Writer : CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, SAMUEL LINDLEY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group