Con-con— (I'm back, I wanna make you mine) Conductor Yeah (I'm back, I wanna make you mine) Ha-ha, right? Uh, I'm back That's right It feels so good to be back, mane I'm back, baby By popular demand, ayo Moved out the city, copped the house in the sticks Couple acres, couple whips, whole lotta blicks I got options, baby, take your pick Might fuck around and coordinate the fit, take a Ha-ha, this my life in film, baby, I just write the script Mister really put that on, they be counterfeit I'm taking calculated risk, too legit to quit Can get you niggas acclimated quick, it's rules to this shit, hold up— I got murals in my city, fuck a nomination This for every time they left me out the conversation I'm back by popular demand and world domination I'm finna bomb on niggas plans, fresh off my vacation I was sittin' back, watchin' from a eagle eye Tryin' not to react, just give me one reason I swear, I'm on full attack, East Coast nigga till I die It's clear who the heir apparent king of NY, nigga Straight like that, come on Told y'all niggas I'm back, come on Yeah, the ruler's back, baby Ayo Too much West Coast dick lickin' I'm hearin' niggas throwin' rocks, really ain't shit stickin' 'Cause if we talkin' bar-for-bar, really, it's slim pickings I rap like I draw pentagrams and kill chickens, nigga Fuck around with your soul like ether, quick for a feature This that black Airforce energy comin' out your speaker I'm out your reach, your arms too short to box the Elohim Still reigning rap supreme, me and Steelo had a dream I stand tall in this rap thing like Yao Ming And won't stop till the crowd sing when I'm crowned king My aura scream and my style ring This ain't boom bap, nigga, this that boom-bow-bing We can run a fair one, I knew some real haters, but I ain't never fear none Guess that's just the Brooklyn in me, they must not know where I'm from Heard that they was lookin' for me, okay Tell 'em: Here I come, I'm nowhere near done with you, nigga You fuckin' stupid?