Special Ed – Neva Go Back

Verse 1:

I’m gettin’ restless

What guessless

I’m rushin’ the percusion

End of discusion

Now as you were

Your rhymes soft like fur

Oh’ you wright for her

Well that explanit it

But I reign it, I rule it

So cool it, while I school it

Listen to percision

Rhyming, timing, climbing through your window

(Crooklyn style) be in yo

Damagin’ your whole premises

Don’t never diss

Cause here’s your address

Cause me by yes, so come test me no

Like Patra, I got it soul like Sanatra

Organize rhymes in effect

Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble

So, move on, there’s nothing to see here

Clear the area

Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier

To vary a I’m very a effetive I might add

Original rude, since I was a little lad

(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack

I just come back, I just come phat 2x)

Verse 2:

I’m pumpin’ like Donivan plus

I’m a little vicious

I eat mcees cause they delicious

It’s just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid

Now I’m back with How

Stompin’ like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave

So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells

Fighting off diseased mcees

Like Super Freinds, in a metropolis, in a super Bense

With Howie, now we, got two threes

Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I’m a kill em’ with the lyrics

So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven

Never doubt, I go all out, scadida

You need a map

You need a rap

You need a slap

You need a nap

So take one, because your tired

I get so phat, I feel wired

But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell

(chorus: 2x)

Verse 3:

I don’t beg

I break your leg like an egg

And fry it try it, and see what happen when I’m rappin’

Shit start

So don’t get smart like Max

Cause cold hard facts prevail

I don’t sell, I don’t turn pale

But I’m very ill, I’m fatal

I rock rhymes like a cradle

Many days, many ways, let me count em’

Everybody that I caught, everybody thought

But but, bu bu but, don’t stutta

Just say it

Shit is budda

Now don’t that feel betta

Get a sweata

Cause it’s gettin’ colda

Every time I holda

Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum

Cause you wrote um’, like you know dum’

So let me show dum’, real rhymes

Cause I feel I might start buggin’, if you don’t back up off the mic

The lyrical war is on, and so I strike

Chorus 4X