The RETURN (feat. Aerate Sound)

It's the return of the G, like Andre Put your hands in the air make arms sway If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days I'm here to joke about some people that I know Collect your sense of humor, sit back and listen to close Not so long ago, when rap wasn't so cold Nobody knew what we do, me and BV spitting flows As the days keep on ticking, one day we met a soul Said he's an organizer and also CEO Turned to V and said, I like the way you rhyme So sign the dotted line, don't read the print is fine Flash a curving smile, said he wants to make us rich Said he wants performance but no pay, he hit the switch (Switch) 10 years to this day, still payments kinda vague Krunk they do me a favor, to give me what I made My rap, I rap away and replace the R in RSJ Azadi's political until you're pressing play So careful what you claim, and look before you aim The trees and frogs the same, Anti-social sort of name Selling out to crooks, broke artists are to blame So don't call this a comeback... It's the return of the G like Andre Put your hands in the air make arms sway If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days Let it be known that I am the greatest That ever rock the mic, Like a clock, I strike This industry fucked up, made a cynic out of Rahul Giri But show no pity, I go all out Pallemoni Can't leave rap alone, the game needs my alimony See Raps my wifey, and Rap is sleeping with sand above it I Wake the princess with no kisses like I'm disco puppet I'm from the basement I hope to make it to cosmic's attic I cross the line Take what is mine Delay my payment Elusive vibes Take back your lies, your Views and your likes Fuck it I'm quitting rap and ill rap when I'm saying that, And I snap and you play this back, Cause punk never craved the craft, I bunked every day of class, thunk every punch impact In fact, don't call this a comeback... It's the return of the G, like Andre Put your hands in the air make arms sway If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days It's the return of the G like Andre Put your hands in the air make arms sway If you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in these hard hard days They put out the spark nowadays It's so dark now days Can't see the vision, pinch of salt now days Don't let my brother Naqu Project his art, now a day So fucking hard nowadays, don't pray to god nowadays Nowadays, I'm driven... on alcohol nowadays Blinded on our mission, wannabe stars nowadays Given that our vision don't go far nowadays When the heights of ambition tall is dwarf nowadays It's so cold nowadays, yours and mine nowadays My brother joe felt a shiver down his spine now a day I went to magnetic fields, stood in shade nowadays Times is grave, greed is plague nowadays, its the return