paroles de chanson Take 'Em Back - John Anthony

(Let's take 'em back)
(Let's take 'em back)

Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase
(Let's take 'em back)
Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase

Yo
Who you know better reppin' this shit can handle the pressure?
A nerdy kid, writin' rhymes and samplin' records
Created masterpieces in my basement
If I don't race to the top and achieve greatness, I'll be complacent
I try to make it but I just ain't that lucky
When all these other rappers use their mom and dads money
Nobody fuckin' with me, this shit only half funny
You try to attack, I'll smash on you like crash dummies
I'm the baddest individual rappin', it's that simple
The wack criminal, pop your ass like a bad pimple
I'll pistol whip you and rip you to shred like soft tissue
Why would I call the cops? I'll just let the mob get you
I do this for the realest, the illest to drop a flow
Idolizing the best so I know where I gotta go
Study off of the lyrics, I'd even would copy clothes
Mobb Deep with the Timberlands and baggy army coats
I'm just spittin' my energy out, tryna show ya'll what I'm 'bout
I can shred this trap shit and still be lyrically in sound
You fuckin' with The Villain? Okay, but you'll never kill 'em
Only way you'll survive, if you bride him for 30 million
Separatin' the children, I put 'em to bed
You as good as dead, if you thinkin' your battle rapping is lookin' fresh
I see the moment and I'm creepin' right in
You try to spit a rhyme and I'm dozin' on you like sleepy Biden
Don't even try it, you'll be lookin' foolish
Just like the playoff series, I'ma just grab the broom sticks
Because your ass is losin', nobody rhyme like I do
I'll climb the ladder like Hardy Boyz and dive right on you
Don't even try and argue, my brain is too stress and messy
Mistake a young girl for a grown woman like Jeffrey Epstein
Don't fuckin' test me or I bet, I'm squeezin' on the trigger
I started crip walkin' because my balls gotten bigger
My punchlines are like erectile dysfunction
Every lyric I bust in, I swear to God, you'll never just see 'em comin'
Fuck with me now, my style burns like a Foreman grill
Stompin' your forehead into the ground with some four inch heals
I'm forcin' a kill like Michael Myers, psycho inspired
To find you and snipe you with a rifle, and light you on fire
This beat is crazy, I'm all in attack
I need'a sit back and relax and hit the track as I try to just take it back

Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase
(Let's take 'em back)
Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase
(Let's take 'em back)

Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase
(Let's take 'em back)
Let's take 'em back to the old ways, the old boom-bap days
The classical rap phase
(Let's take 'em back)

(Let's take 'em back)
(Let's take 'em back)
(Let's take 'em back)
(Let's take 'em back)