Lyrics Better Back Away (feat. Baby Shel) - Def-i

Put your name on a train like Ramo
Gothic grays over rainbows
No name or no label but I'm finna' hit em with a wave
New beginnings looking tranquil
Yea It's hard to lay low with a scarred past and a face like Kano
When the same old payload won't save the day I still make my way tho
I'm in a spaceship halo flying away while the lames go pay for cable
Bass is mangled by the fang of a Bengal saved by the grace of an angel
Bright rays shine from the face and cranial Different shades of hazel
Raised on 'Grayskul' Phase 2 arrows
Spray paint into narrow angles
He said I can stand tall without a cane I'm Abel
I said what about Jane and Rachel Sonja's blade is fatal
Sipping liquid flame tho dripping dripping draino
Lit like it's your birthday but It's a different day though
They getting strangled the mic cord isn't disentangled
They perform on what they record on ignore and rip the label
That horror moron pouring amorphous boron
Rappers bore me I snore on
Torso torn off by Goro's four arm

Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away

These mortal morsels ain't touring portals the gorge is gorgeous
Snorkel to witness the rarest corals and a turquoise tortoise
Is it horror gory or fairytales as the story forges
In a hidden fortress dark laboratory before performing
Explored a different wave drifted away from white collar corporates
Releasing serotonin brain endorphins when they play the chorus
Up late recording then up early at the break of morning
Exploring this feeling is straight euphoric wouldn't trade you for it
I mean he's up orbiting over the dome in an eroded ocean zone
Crashed in the desert 'cuz the the red clay in the dirt made him feel close to home
Don't talk on the phone as we're speaking in codes that no one knows
While we roller coast in the UFOs over the motor boats
Flying away from a console controlled by remote at home
Any foes are overthrown smoke uploaded the overtones
Behold a pale soul from the old escape to where no one roams
Deconstructed the soldier drones and warriors clones below the globe

Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
Back up back up
Here we go again
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away
When I hit 'em with a rap
Better back away