Mr. Lif – Return of the B-Boy Lyrics

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[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 needs gauze

Wars are fought in the streets--he got beat
The meek are disinfranchised and left weak
Me, these images I couldn't ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked in the store

The snare, Slim, sported a rare grin
Noticing damage within, removed bullets and packed skin
The kickdrum, Scurvy, reopen my eyes, he say don't worry
At the clerk he fired rounds in a flurry
And the hi-hat, Matt, tapped the hostages with his gat
Told 'em, "break the fuck out and never look back"
They had the form like Miyagi for the kamikaze
Then they got me, walked me out past the local paparazzi

I see, y'all Re-Animators
Sure, kid, ya jams are flavor
We need a savior and we came to relay the data
I repay a major situation across town, our music has lost sound
Cause they had us locked down
They meanin' sucka rappers, herbs, crabs
Comic clowns who be making shitty sound in labs
They're defacing masterpieces, just to blast to pieces
What's dope, and hoped that we'd accept the wacker thesis
Where's the chamber
Allow me the become the scum rearranger
They said, focus your anger and bring the rhymes that you wrote
Because these folks will hang ya
I accepted their concerns, turned 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 beast to know we brought back the B-Boy

Hip, hip-hop, I'mma bring it back

[Verse 2]
Hip-hop is so whack, the beats are fightin' back
And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers I would soon hex with
Corrosive cadences that overheat when their necks split
Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat
And make 'em regret, the day that we met
I suspect they got a smooth plot
I'm headed to the rooftops
That's where I’ll make my strategem so I can splatter them
They were only half of ten, five less rappers alive
When we collide the standard is dope, they didn't coincide
They were sacrilegious, and vicious, with dark wishes
Which is to assure the core of hip-hop with the snitches
I dropped dime on how to travel back in time
So they can melt and misalign pioneers, patterns of rhyme
And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing
Soon those niggas won't be breathing
I've seen what I got so I'm leaving
Cause I wanna, set up the slaughter for the evening
Niggas hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness
I'm about to rip this, come bear witness


[Mr. Lif]
Mic check, we had ill static over Illmatic, I reached for it
This nigga said I couldn't have it

So tragic for him to try to counter my magic, I'm rabid
I reached through his fuckin' face and grabbed it
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure
You can interfere with the music so potent
Then I gazed at his skull for a moment
Before I moved on
Then I heard two songs
Distinct flavors from the Wu's 36 Chambers

I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was elusive, an Uncle Tom carrying nooses
Strong and spiritually useless
I gave him flashbacks, of niggas gettin treated like lab rats
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 got concepts, I stepped to him slow
Looked deep in his eyes, seen a prison was within him
Cause he's livin' a lie, a rap nearly operation
Told him that man was not meant to leave 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 effects on my abilities though
To murder an emcee is standard procedure
I looked and seen this cat gone and followed the leader
But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chest deleter
The primary feature, my intense urge to to bleed ya

All his blood's drained, and I'm steadily aiming
To find the next nigga for maiming
That's when my instincts came in handy
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I dogged a mega blast of energy
Then my mind aged a century
Futuristic data, for a complex matter

His power left a crater, I can peep the equator
He smiled, I can see him through the earth's vapors
Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground
What, my jaw dropped at what I found
Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and RUN DMC
Low End Theory, Three Feet, Criminal Minded, Takes a Nation A Mill, Time to Kill
Run DMC self-titled, this nigga my arch rival
Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldn't believe
My enemy was a genetic replica of me

Battling yourself is the biggest chore
It could leave your digits raw, a truly vicious type of war

So now I'm thrown off, taken back in fact, I didn't know how to react
To lacked a plan of attack, but he was in full effect, and next
He'd infect my intellect, with thoughts I couldn't accept
Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
Became very vivid in my dome, his method is drastic telepathic
Damaging 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
Dying by himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Chronicle inseparable thoughts, to my 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 defeat again
So now I'm back, strapped and intact
Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact

Thoughts were unholy, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly
Like I'm the motherfuckin' phoney
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 thoughts, my man had blast shots
Bloodcots stopping circulation to my knot
My ego spit my humility started to mumble feeble shit
A thug within me had a dream of Desert Eagle clips
So who's me, maybe this uzi, cold hard and steel
With a sign that says use me
I call her Susie, do you like what you see
Usually, I wouldn't let a biter confuse me
So much of this instance make a difference
So I started to think with the innocence of infants in sense of incent

Burn in insense, I'm intense
Funny how the powerful scent just dense your senses
Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone
Of relentless, sequences that leap fences
Leading all human kind to deep ventures
So I shift forward, like a Sith Lord
With a swift sword, flipped and clipped his mic cord
Speechless, filling with weakness, peep this
He tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif
Be my guest, take a guess who lef the set bless and who was left a mess
Fight fire with fire
And at peace's request
I summoned the sun to burn a hole in his chest

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