The Return of the Realest (Mike Santana Theme)

Back at it again.

Blass 89-9-9-9.

Santana, what's good?

Ayo, it's that Born Nasty.

The rotten apple don't fall far from the wicked tree.

Put depression out it's misery.

It lives in me, but I fight cause the light at the end of the tunnel will deliver peace.

Be the epitome of left jab, right hook, fear it needs a reminder that we all got to kill the weak minded.

Feel slighted, then get up and do something.

Fools nothing but Jabba jaw.

In fact, I'm raw to the bone,

blow past the competition.

I just had to stop and listen to my gut.

Woke up to no funks given.

Another day, another chance to be great.

My knees never late to meet goals.

Your face is optional, but don't take it there.

Smashing every obstacle, leaving nothing to compare.

Born Nasty, what else can I say?

Grow stronger cause I chose today,

To stop letting this cloud think that it's here to stay.

Nothing but my legacy awaits, uh!

Bring your best and I'll bring the beast.

Off the leash, fangs need flesh.

Trophies displayed, scars on my chest.

My heart rests when the war is over.

Each day, I feel closer to stars.

How could I not keep going?

We already came this far, park my emotions.

Know its normal, but pain and I keep it cordial.

So fuel up, using love to heal.

Love to feel like it's last quarter.

Every march in order.

Every swing connects.

Y'all can't stop me when I feel at peace with hell, we rebel when the walls closing in.

Amends mean nothing when respect is lost.

Hitting y'all with everything and the kitchen sink.

Barbed wires over my heart.

Tired but keep beating.

Born Nasty breathing.

Born Nasty, what else can I say?

Grow stronger cause I chose today,

To stop letting this cloud think that it's here to stay.

Nothing but my legacy awaits, uh!