Paul Marz, Bobby Barss - The Return Lyrics

This ain't your typical gun talk
Or insignificant junk dog
Watch when I'm in it, in seconds it's finished
Nothing short of an onslaught
Forget what you're taught, listen to thought
This is a lesson to listeners lost
The messenger missing went out on a mission
Never returned from his expedition
Got extra busy then lost the vision
The visionary, no longer driven
Fell off course again, making amends
Live in a walking prison
Talk and walk with an awkward rhythm
How awesome is him, I mean is he
Sorry I'm dizzy the room was spinnin' a mile a minute
I passed my limit
I get it, it's sad that I have to admit it
I don't wanna sit and have to listen
To rappers whining, cryin', bitchin
That they deserving of a better position
Or about, how no one ever supports ya
Maybe they would if you weren't so boring
Or sounded like a million other morons
That rapped on the same exact track before em
That isn't important, this is the moral
They locked us out, we kickin' the door in
Settle the score in a second, give em a blessing
Echoing, sending a message
Tell em remember this, it is a lesson
Send em on a trip back to the essence
Clean up the mess & get out the way
Then carry on with the rest of my day

I was always on the comin' up
Try an try me? They ain't dumb enough
Plain and simple lemme sum it up
I'm as hot as when the sun is up
Give you 100 plus in a 100 plus
If you wasn't there from the beginning
Then you was not one of us, tell me what it was
I been on fire a while, ain't no one putting me out
I just keep putting it down, see when I'm looking around
I got my hook in the ground, watching on how they react
I got my foot in they back, turn up the pressure
Y'all never measure to me, ain't no one messing with me
Look how I do it way better than well
I am ahead of myself, I am ahead of my time
I am the legend of rhyme, live at the edge of my mind
Never was norm this is one hell of a grind
I am a one of a kind, son of a gun I give you heaven and hell
I bring you fire to sound, I am the water that flows
I am that rock on the ground ain't no more knocking me down
I am a key to a lock, looking at reaching the top
Break me a piece of the crop, give me a reason to stop