Testo Neva go back Special Ed

Neva go back

Verse 1:

Im gettin restless
What guessless
Im rushin the percusion
End of discusion
Now as you were
Your rhymes soft like fur
Oh you wright for her
Well that explanit it
But I reign it, I rule it
So cool it, while I school it
Listen to percision
Rhyming, timing, climbing through your window
(crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin your whole premises
Dont never diss
Cause heres your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like patra, I got it soul like sanatra
Organize rhymes in effect
Snap that neck, like e-double if there be trouble
So, move on, theres nothing to see here
Clear the area
Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier
To vary a Im very a effetive I might add
Original rude, since I was a little lad

(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack
I just come back, I just come phat 2x)

Verse 2:

Im pumpin like donivan plus
Im a little vicious
I eat mcees cause they delicious
Its just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now Im back with how
Stompin like a parade, all up and down fifth ave
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells
Fighting off diseased mcees
Like super freinds, in a metropolis, in a super bense
With howie, now we, got two threes
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and Im a kill em with the
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida
You need a map
You need a rap
You need a slap
You need a nap
So take one, because your tired
I get so phat, I feel wired
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell

(chorus: 2x)

Verse 3:

I dont beg
I break your leg like an egg
And fry it try it, and see what happen when Im rappin
Shit start
So dont get smart like max
Cause cold hard facts prevail
I dont sell, I dont turn pale
But Im very ill, Im fatal
I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count em
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But but, bu bu but, dont stutta
Just say it
Shit is budda
Now dont that feel betta
Get a sweata
Cause its gettin colda
Every time I holda
Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum
Cause you wrote um, like you know dum
So let me show dum, real rhymes
Cause I feel I might start buggin, if you dont back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike

Chorus 4x