Riteback@IT

"Hey yeah." "What's up man?" ~clears throat~ "Do you have any more of those beats for sale?" And I'm back at it cause I'm a rap addict, it's such a bad habit but I'm a fanatic and ugh No luck would not have it so buckle up latches and button down hatches then stay game Ready War Eagle, the way the I'm weavin' these words is so lethal, it leaves 'em in fetals like Evel Knievel And changes the game like my name was The Beatles and I'm Right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right, I'm Back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it Yeah I'm right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right I'm back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it And I'm a winner, a sinner, the end of all beginners, walkin' through the winter eat my Enemies for dinner, now I'm slender, thinner, leanin' out the window seein' MCMP seated Front and center And I'm right back at it despite the slight static put the "I" in the time to wind up my Patek But I don't have a Patek in fact I'm not lavish, put My stacks all into stocks and then my Racks all into paddocks Yippee yo ki yay motherfucker what traffic? Bout to go my way Flyin' high above the atmos Sphere then appear in their rear view mirror, larger than before and movin' faster than Shakira, bout to gear up Fear not, we near enough for ear shot, or bird shot, buck shot Deer drop, sear hot! And Sherlock or Merlin at your Spot on my terms, they don't make A shot to protect you from my germs, an ointment from my burn, band-aid From my Sword, and my Lord or my God can throw in an Allah, I don't think that Satan can save You if I'm on, I'm M ade out of I-ron and aim for the pylon and I'm Right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right, I'm Back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it Yeah I'm right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right I'm back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it And I'm a winner, a sinner, the end of all beginners, walkin' through the winter eat my Enemies for dinner, now I'm slender, thinner, leanin' out the window seein' MCMP seated Front and center And I'm right beside ya enterprisin' in my eyes I'm energized cause in my life been Indecisive went and had a mid-Life crisis. Had to spend a little lettuce, SM7 was the Best, and now I'm pennin' rhymes that when I spit I get Appendicitis, minimize the Meningitis, emphasize the synthesizers, get inside the workings and the trappin's of the Inner-mind, bout to be a genocide of rappers yeah it's dinner-time I'd rather be a sinner And a winner at the finish Line and photo ending, bulbs all flashing, lightning strikin' Thunder crashin', Oklahoma's main attraction like a Titan rushin' back in, now set hut Hike hike, get that mind right, hit that twice twice top-ten highlights, this that Lime light Spit so nice, nice, keep my mic on ice, ice, ice, ice Yeah I'm right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right I'm back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it Yeah I'm right back at it that's right I'm back at it and I'm right back yeah they heard right I'm back at it Yeah I'm right back it, that's right I'm back at it and I'm ri-i-i-i-i-ight back at it And I'm a winner, a sinner, the end of all beginners, walkin' through the winter eat my Enemies for dinner, now I'm slender, thinner, leanin' out the window seein' MCMP seated Front and center And I got a little more to say, sorry I was born this way but sit me front and center when It's time to give awards Away. That's my Sidney Portier, bitches wanna fornicate, just Holla' at my lady bet you never get the coordinates I'm sorta great, sorta late, trippin' like I'm Portishead, and if I catch you slippin' hear the whistle from my Hornadays. I get up Every mornin' crazed, grab my pen and play the tape, hear them haters hush away the Day my Greatness formulates