Lyrics Slacking - Conkrete

This is what I needed
Back inside my system
I forgot the meaning
Of the word Consistent
Feels like I've been sleeping
Rappings what I'm missing
No you aren't dreaming
I am here to hit'em
Homie I was slacking
Chilling in the back'n
I don't know what happened
Don't know why I'm slacking
Time to tag me back in
You won't see me slacking
You won't see me slacking
Slacking Slacking

Guess who's back
The best to rap
The rest knew that
Impressed dudes that
Had Said, "you whack" yea I
Got'em heated
I'm bobbing weaving
Muhammad Ali in
Coliseums
I'm from the island like a Polynesian
I drop a thesis, the hottest speeches
Batman to the game yea Gotham needs him
I'm Slapping like Stockington Diaz
You cocking heat'as
Cause you dipshits ain't dropping heata's
Ain't popping eitha
I'm downing a shot of ether
I might give ya mom a feature.
Looking for another life, you'd think my name was Mario
And you prolly thinking that cause I like to party bro
Yea I am bit goofy like a fucking kids movie
Make them think my shits too weak, till they try to diss you'll be
In for a treat like Halloween
Ripping emcees I'm hollowing
Listen to me, they following
Stricken with grief your mom and me
Running through these lanes like I'm on a fucking shopping spree
Yea it always feels like somebody is watching me

This is what I needed
Back inside my system
I forgot the meaning
Of the word Consistent
Feels like I've been sleeping
Rappings what I'm missing
No you aren't dreaming
I am here to hit'em
Homie I was slacking
Chilling in the back'n
I don't know what happened
Don't know why I'm slacking
Time to tag me back in
You won't see me slacking
You won't see me slacking
Slacking Slacking

The light is shining yo I'm spitting bitch
It's gives me energy like photosynthesis
I'm Em in 96' yea my flows are infinite
You pricks are dead to me, and woah this shit is bliss
It's Tech and Tribe with Bigs thrown in the mix
Slick Rick, and X that's Krete, with mo that's how you get the kid
Man this shit is effortless
I'm all about the Benjamin's
And the cake like Entenmens's
Got these rappers pedaling
They can get there shit Jack
No I am not talking bout a mothafucking dick fag, bitch laugh
Slacking so I picked the pace up
Cracking like I'm splitting eggs sons
Stacking all my chips and papers
Packed with heat, like incubators
Rap with me, you'll shit and wake up
Practically, a prick was razors
Actually, a dick with aids cunt
Back I need, a win for haters
Give me the title
I'm beating my rivals
I'm seeing my idols
there eating alive slow
They keeping they eyes closed
they seeking to find hope
Retreating's survival
stay seated like cripples
It's simple, I give you, an option
I'm watching and plotting and jotting concocting
My plan of attack, you ain't man you're a snack
Now hand me your pack, I'm starving and that's

This is what I needed
Back inside my system
I forgot the meaning
Of the word Consistent
Feels like I've been sleeping
Rappings what I'm missing
No you aren't dreaming
I am here to hit'em
Homie I was slacking
Chilling in the back'n
I don't know what happened
Don't know why I'm slacking
Time to tag me back in
You won't see me slacking
You won't see me slacking
Slacking Slacking
This is what I needed
Back inside my system
I forgot the meaning
Of the word Consisent
Feels like I've been sleeping
Rappings what I'm missing
No you aren't dreaming
I am here to hit'em
Homie I was slacking
Chilling in the back'n
I don't know what happened
Don't know why I'm slacking
Time to tag me back in
You won't see me slacking
You won't see me slacking
Slacking Slacking