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the return - embis lyrics

the return lyrics
[intro]
yuh, ooh
y’all ain’t ready for this, though
honestly
i’m a national threat
(laugh)

[verse 1]
guess what? (what?) (sup?)
embis is back (oh)
don’t take much to be p*ssin’ these raps (oh, sh*t)
out even faster than you motherf*ckers sh*ttin’ your pants (psssh) (d*mn)
’cause your gettin’ your ass beat and you know it
spent the past three months or so just
gettin’ back into the flow to
rip these **** and b*tches new ones
get the flag and stich a new one
spittin’ facts until i’m blue and black!
guess who’s back! hit ’em with a little bit of rhythm
then i get ’em so you best move back
i was born in a motherf*ckin’ test tube, that’s
why i’m missin’ the toilet, p*ss on your restroom mat (i’m sorry!)
that’s why i diss all you b*tches, yum, you fresh food, man
all i hear is you p*ssies sayin’, “ah, this dude’s whack”
oh, sh*t you wanna beef? yeah, let’s do that
but yes, true, that i put out some whackness in the past
but i’m back to blow it out the water (pow, splash)
spewin’ all the facts while i’m blowin’ out your daughters (owh, ah)
back, man, i oughta spaz, every single thought i rap
is so god, i’m back, i don’t got a plan, c*ck it back
throw the kitchen sink, all the pots and pans
see me on the rise live, when it’s off the air
’till i got some fans, you can play it back like it’s ondemand
bought a plan, k!ll ’em with the god d*mn microphone i got in hand
[chorus]
it’s the return, i’m here to stay
cannot revert the damage i’ll create
you will leave hurt if you standin’ in my way
i’m a creature of habit, everyday i will k!ll

[verse 2]
it’s my time, i was only on the sidelines
’till i made some records and realized i can write rhymes
bye bye to my old friends i was blind by
really hope i never see you b*tches in my lifetime
rappin’ that’s my lifeline, rap cats, 9 lives
’till my dawgs pull up with mothef*ckin’ driveby
beat you in a battle, p*ssy runnin’ cause he might die
einstein, caught you lackin’, wifi
broadcasting primetime television!
you might find if sign, it’s h*lla distant
what’s the h*ll i’m missin’?
to my eyes, if i sign, sell restrictions
but i’ll admit it, a hefty a bag is really temptin’
f*ck that sh*t, let the mags spit sh*lls and rip it
armed with that wit, eloquent wit
this sick ass rap sh*t
tellin’ b*tches off with the automatic
while you mags spit with failed equipment
you can tell you finished ’cause
the beat is the clip, the gun is the mic
the bullets are my rhymes, when i pull it it goes right
through your mind from a speaker, if you tryin’ to critic it
spit a rhyme at the weak and you will die in the blink of an eye
i combine sick rhymes, with dope flows
like rick grimes i go for you braindead b*tches
any b*tch tryin’ gets so blowed
it gets right into the goal post
put your neck right in a choke hold
i’m a big guy like hulk hogan
when you die, make a toad croakin’ sound
[chorus]
it’s the return, i’m here to stay
cannot revert the damage i’ll create
you will leave hurt if you standin’ in my way
i’m a creature of habit, everyday i will k!ll

- embis lyrics

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