Back To The Basment

You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio (ayy-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo) Ayo-yo, ayo Bring it back to the basement Freddy Kruger shit where your face went Lyrically I murder you without a trace Down the drain, where the case went I got my bitch rocking Chanel and all that Fall back like the twenty-second Come hither when I beckon Son, you like every hour, you better check-in Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks Busting forty-five shits, at like forty-seven cops Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott) And got the whole shit scott-free The rest of these niggas is wack but not me Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it Doctor Destruction gettin' knobbed off at the function 'Til your boys spontaneously combusted I'm the best, no discussion Yeah, now let that shit rush in like E4 (Shut the f*ck up) As a kid started learning how to Bruce Lee slick How to dress well, and probably approach a chick Even with my vision on wonder, Stevie Still, be able to see what majority can't see Been told take every step as if it was my last Snakes on the pavement, not only in the grass Never changing up like Decepticons So low and out to get my gold like a leprechaun And a nigga did it on his own Never risen anybody alive they can say I never did it all alone I'm bringing it from the bottom to the top Hell before you, tectonic plates So before I pass my presence forever resonate Feels like I walked this Earth for a whole century Twenty-two but feels like I'm a hundred-two mentally Look me in the eyes when I'm speaking so I know it's real In the verse to get these hooks off like Holyfield Tyson in his prime, we don't wanna die Look into the sky, praying that we stay alive That's them, young broke kids, want more ends Want more ass, we got no friends But the concrete, police sirens livin' right behind me Play a game of 2K and hope that-, sign me Fifteen lived with a dollar and a dream And a Glock by the waist side 'cause I just wan the cream Get it by myself dawg, by any means Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave and Never lose this hunger building in my stomach, y'all made even Said my grandma told me that, yeah my grandma told me that Back in basements dawg, I swear we bumpin' that Ayo pick up your microphone (Shu-shu-shut the f*ck up) Yeah, yo Yo pick up your microphone and go home All you rap bamma clones get thrown and shitted on Leone's the villain, this my dominion F*ck all opinions, I rock obsidian Go ape, go simian, Joe Young on these mics These drugs Bolivan, too crack like two dykes Laced with malice, hands be calloused From slapping emcees from here to Dallas, yeah Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite Still act shitty, drop a bitch all flagrant Rap Bob Segar, turn a page real quick on 'em I don't fix, a-fix on 'em Night moves when I whips on 'em Get lit, throw dick on 'em Splits then I dips on 'em Yo au contraire mon frère Don't you even go there Me without a freak is like a Sikh without his hair I came to f*ck up bamma's egos Bust 'em four, five, six times crack his Cee-Lo Yeah, ayy (Shu-shu-shut the f*ck up) Yeah, ayy It's like a blast from the past, watch 'em gasp in amazement Too many dabs of the gas made me crash my new spaceship Took a look around and found myself right back in the basement Ahead of my time but I still kill some back in the day shit So ahead of my time that I'm a part of the last generation, wait Out of this world, these niggas not even NASA adjacent Put the money where my mouth is, take the cash and I taste it Ratt Pack tatted on me 'cause I've been passed all this fake shit These niggas won't admit it but they just cap like their gangsters Like before Corona hit They was rocking masks on their faces and packing the stainless Haha, I laugh at they statements Then kick back, relax, and go catch some vibrations Chief like I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian Oh shit, wait, my bad, that was racist Tabs of acid got me trapped in the Matrix Never dropped the album but they still say Castro's the greatest Back and forth, ballin', disgusting', beggin', now these niggas back with the latest Another classic that you fuckin' cats can add to your playlist Bitch, do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' 6ix bitch Oh, you talkin' back? You talkin' back? Shut the f*ck up before I crush you with my wallet