[Intro]
Yeaa, Bringing it back to the Essence (New Sound 1,3)
Sire! Hip-Hop, Hip-hop

Mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
Mic check 1, 2 don't stop
Mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
Mic check 1, 2
NYC Venezuela Connect

[Verse 1: Sire]
Fresh, from the step with my air gore techs/
Every day I drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex (ahh)/
Killing all these rappers, Adolf/
If they wanna see me tell 'em make it to the play offs (easy)/
Champ in this bitch bars so hard/
Get a cramp in your wrist I'd master this shit/
Listen to the Sensay never fake the funk/
Rappers tryin' kick it but they couldn't fake a punt/
Hold up wait Harvey Dent Niggas man they all two faced/
Tryin' become rappers wit that boom boom pow/
That shit is doo doo now/
Bunch of farm ville Niggas on your moo moo cow/
Couldn't be a fucking thug with a gun in your hand/
Gon be the running man when the click go bam/
I jam like a tech with correct technique/
I'm a God in these streets dog bless these beats, 1/

Mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
Mic check 1, 2 don't stop
Mic check 1, 2, 1,2 yea
Mic check 1, 2, Rewind

[Verse 2: Rewind]
Blowing clouds out of my face too high/
Airplanes looks at me and wave bye, birds say I'm too fly/
Crash and then I land, hotter than a tan/
Wavy as the sea step foot on the sand/
Game in my shoes already ran/
They calling me Hip-Hop's Uncle Sam/
They want me in this war so I bomb 'em hard core/
Sicker than a pig your just a meat head boar/
Hear the scratches Rewind at it/
Stay on top like a fucking attic/
New Sound coming quick there ain't no traffic/
Rhymes will shock ya but my name ain't static/
Your girl love to chew, get it popping popping like mountain dew soda/
Cool gon get colder/
Waste money, money wasted getting sober/
Flow too dirty let me brush my shoulder/

[Verse 3: Sire]
Nigga Nigga Nigga how you'd figure that I'm with ha/
Cause I hit her, I just did ha then I quite ha, man forget ha/
If the glove don't fit you don't fuck the bitch/
If it ain't a magnum baby I won't fit/
Shoutout to Hooch cause we do it for the promo/
Homo rappers on my royal nuts/
Brand new CD, Forever king/
How bout you jump off my dick!

[Outro: Sire & Rewind]
Yea what I gotta tell 'em Nigga I'm the best ain't no need to sweat 'em (ahh)/
What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best ain't no need to sweat 'em (yeahh)/
What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best ain't no need to sweat 'em (ughh)/
What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best/