Gone (The Return Of Malcolm)

This shit right here is called The Return Of Malcolm

Don't take it too personal. Listen close

I feel like I'm at the height of my jump while y'all pivotin'

While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here, ball in a year

The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers

The twenties is balled up

You lookin' for singles they all in the air

The hundreds of bitches that we murdered

We ain't literally speakin'

We just team up and we squirt all up in they hair

Give us some coke and a promise

Give us some nut in the throat

She suck till she spittin' up coconut vomit

Get it?

Pardon me miss

I'm just fed up with the way the system is set up

The shit that they had me livin' in prison was better

Rhymin' perfection

Is it a set up?

To give me a year in the county around the time of election?

Or should I just shut up?

Zip it or kick it?

Try to get you to picture the vision

Lyrically, this is my petition to picket

Free me or, eventually see me

The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my pee pee like a key to my cell

To censor me is to censor my CD which inspires me

To spit what will eventually be the key to myself

Times is changin'

Everybody's Gods the same

But they minds ain't

So I talk about they kind is dangerous

Blacks against Affirmative Action sounds as insane

As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'

A dead man's a dead man

Ain't two of a kind

You can't break me

I'm head standin' doin' my time

It's nothin'

My crew bakin' my bread while I'm jail

Had niggas buffin' my boots and makin' my bed

Time will tell who down to bail

If you gettin' down and how wild your arms will flail

When I bomb I unwind like I'm a spawn from hell

The only shots you takin' are those that evolve from shells

(The following name has been edited to keep the peace)

Something is on your mind then nigga say it

You scared?

If I was tryin' to X you out then you know you'd be dead

You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head

You little Stone Throwers

You signed-to-a-label-ass-niggas ain't sayin' shit till you own yours

Whenever them triggers is buckin'

I got to write a label to Trojan requestin' them niggas to up it

Cause my dick get bigger

My balls get larger

To a size that my drawers can't swallow

For y'all it suicide

The verbal amphetamine

The [? ] is cold place, inserted with Ketamine

Spoken, they pulsate

Earthquake

Houston we got a problem

I'm settin' your turf straight

Your troops I private piles 'em up

The holocaust (cost) you pay is Hitler's

Way

You dis me, and get merked for Christmas

But the curse if gift less

I'm the first to spit shit

From a podium

Go to your local church to get this

Y'all sell chickens I only serve the biscuit

Leave your blood on the street

You get curbed with blisters

Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain

And I clear it out

All the vets say I'm official

And you can ask Diddy

But now that I'm doing time like Shyne

Nigga I'll probably "Press Play" on a pistol

Political prisoner

Got ammo around my torso like Rambo

Banana around my waist like I'm a gorilla

It's time to apply my pace now on the fo' rilla

Bandanna around my face like dead prez

Statik Selektah

Take a breather

You are now ridin' with a flow the fliest

Selassie inside

Who Jesus chose

Who Hov inspires

Extreme formula in this chess game

Accept change

You the king

We the queen corner a

Best thing spittin' since a geyser

The methane rhythm, it's supplier

Written with the fire

Doused by the best team

With him when he ridin'

Out

Cause the check flame when it get divided

Bout

Niggas livin' through decisions

Learnin' ain't givin' you the business

Quittin' is a privilege

Suited at a funeral, killin' any witness

Over dead prez's

I'm here to view the digits

Clearin' out the air space

Pointin' out who ain't dead

Gods gift to this world

I'm going out with reindeer

Comin' back and bang ya

Leap Year is a thang of the past

When I return and spring from my ashes

Like a deranged angel

Who came cause you asked

But I ain't here to save you, I came for your ass

It's sorta like the reaper

Blowin' at your concert

We write through the speakers

Knowin' that it's God's work

Rap is a prison that'll trap you in freedom

The contradiction of your past

The after you see Him

I don't have to proceed with no master's degree

To change the art

I came and waxed the museum

I saw, I conquered

I paused my disc to do a bid

So y'all can spit bout how you do it big

Nigga is you grown or you a kid?

You trash

And don't make me blast

And turn your dome into a lid

Open your mind

Put led in your brain

You dope for your time

I'm ahead of your game

The door's open

And I'm in it

I'm so focused

You still focusin'

And when I'm finished you gonna be hopin' it still opens

Maybe I lucked up?

Either I'm straight crazy or slavery got a nigga fucked up

Eminem and Kramer

The minimum will blame 'em

The average nigga got the word spinnin' in they chambers

The average nigga raised by the average nigga, aye

It's the average nigga way

To say "nigga" with an "a"

Riddle 'em and hit 'em with the K

Let it speak when he fiddle with the trigger

Let 'em kill 'em with the say

Sodom or Gomorrah

Which one are you the more of?

Chevy's sittin' on 30's and 20's on the Saurus

Fiendin' for that spot

The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket

So I got to extinguish that with a "Blao"

Put it out with a Phantom

Bring it out on the block

With no driver

Hoes, y'all wanna drive or not!

I gotta peel the peddle

A lot of troops done died

Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?

Gotta peel the peddle

A lot of troops done died

Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?

I gotta peel the peddle

A lot of troops done died

Why deal with the devil, knowin' that I got a truce with God?