BACK AT IT (feat. The Art Of WANDr)

Alright, here we go

Yes, sir

Back at it, just like, what, craftmatics

You layin' down on me, homie, I know they was sleepin' for a minute

But the hibernation's over, this is my new beginning

An origin of Ek-Ek-Ekknowledge, now I'm the one winning

Step up to the plate and just bat it, never had no home runs

Homie, no homeschoolin, but I'm still good with the education inside

Man, you know I had to take a break to refresh my mind

But it's still in time, yeah, you know I got the gift of gab

The gift from God, makin' sure that people know I ain't no fraud

But still rippin, still ridin' these beats

And still makin' sure the rhymes stay oh so elite

Yeah, never complete without the type of beat to ride on

Makin' sure all my homies good, homie, I move strong

So understand, make a plan and get it

Cause most of y'all, man, huh, y'all won't be existin

When I step up on the mic and go to rippin

So everybody callin' me to go, well, look, I'm tippin

I'm steady creatin' more music, more sound, more fluid

For y'all to intake, go ahead and take a lil' break

I got it down pack, makin' more, just motivation

We score, and people out here who testin' man, they get deployed

Nah, they get destroyed like, mm, what, decimated

Or decimals, way I be stackin, countin' the paper

It's more just to that, it's more than rap

It's more than music, homie, my soul is so into it

So get in tune, get back and make room

Because when I step on the stage, hah, y'all all swoon

Back at it, just like, what, craftmatics

You layin' down on me, homie, I know they was sleepin

For a minute, but the hibernation's over

This is my new beginning, a origin of Ek, Ekknowledge

Time been on my side, I been chillin' with my guys

Playin' out our lives, money moves to be made

As this music come alive, tripwire set my blow

Be careful when you try me, EK and Ricky

These ideas off the walls and it's gettin' sticky

Vans on the feet, we slidin' through the streets

Dodgin' Vickys, Timmy Tunners, they wishin

We don't get a plate, but we steady dishin

Delicacies and full-course meals, my people eatin

Tippin' like we treatin, they got hot heads

I got them sweatin' like some Deacons

Blood on my hands, pen been blessed by the crown

King Coby on my left, he spittin

Like fire to the Kiln fans keep us cool, we venting

Why they breakin' and they bendin

They say a lot, ain't pinnin

Build a family while they trendin

For beings, playin' games, 3Ds

Just some kids, PBS

John Cena can't see us, they livin' small, Prius

And we livin' large, my brother