Relapsed (Intro)

Two words… f*ck it! Mic check, 1, 2, better know who ya hear When I say “G-therz in da hous!” so smooth and clear Creativity does not forget the root it stems from Reverting back to the place that it grew with wisdom But here and now, feeling weirded out, I don’t know this phase Ain’t smiling, but ain’t frowning, like I have a poker face But since thirteen, I was Michael Jackson bad at this And that’s always how I been at with that rap shit Cooking up good shit like a Breaking Bad meth lab Yo I’m for real, so if ya got faking crap, step back This ain’t Star Wars, but behold, this force awakens From the dormant stages, got you trembling, now the floor is shaking You can easily see that you're seeing me relapse Dagnabbit these bad habits got time frequently elapsed Back at it again, but you might call it a rebirth This is a reminder to y’all this is G-therz Guess who’s back man, guess who’s back ho Guess who’s back bitch, guess who’s back bro I just rap though, 'cause it’s all I know The name Therz ho, it’s my relapse yo I hope that you know that there is no control And I hope that you know that there is no control Always keep it dope, can’t f*ck with a pro The name Therz yo, it’s my relapse ho I don’t know what it is But it’s like I’m stuck in this habit of just spitting bars and bars I know it’s automatic but ehh I don’t mind But I’m changing up, speeding up Question is: will you be keeping up? Let me show ya bitches what the f*ck I do And just so ya know when I bust right through I’m rapping it rapid, back into habit Motherfucker out the gate with rhymes stuck like glue No stopping it dog when I’m popping it off I was born with music, can’t take me out the element Wild, intelligent, only at seventeen Like a thing never seen, style so excellent Ever since I was biking being seen on the street Hot bitches pass by, get a beep from the Jeeps So I pedal like an animal tryna win a race In a different lane, couldn't compete with the weak Like muscle memory, it's a different fucking energy I vibe when I ride to shit from the sick emcees Got ya phones out when y’all notice me Taking head shots like as if I was a Kennedy But right from the underground, I didn’t f*ck around I’m just busting rounds like as if I got a full clip Spitting out chopper style lyrical bullets I just rock it wild, homie I’m on some bullshit With rapping abilities, massive agility I go with the flowing, I’m a poet in motion Been pushing my limits of spitting In rhythms the quickest and I’m showing devotion Don't even have to try, it's a normal function Part of my day to day, it sure is nothing Can't put down my mic, even if I tried But y'all acting like being dormant's something Here's a glimpse of my life but ain't been the highlights Even though the next step is unexpected Flowing like blood in ya veins Can't get enough of the game, now motherfucker check it Guess who’s back man, guess who’s back ho Guess who’s back bitch, guess who’s back bro I just rap though, 'cause it’s all I know The name Therz ho, it’s my relapse yo I hope that you know that there is no control And I hope that you know that there is no control Always keep it dope, can’t f*ck with a pro The name Therz yo, it’s my relapse ho So I guess Imma be just doing this for now It's all good I'll figure out something soon Don't you worry