Forever M.C. - Back On Our Shit Lyrics

Ah, we back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit
Shoe Gang back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap shit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put legends in the past, Acura shit

Hickory dickory dock (hol' up)
Niggas, they kickin' them nursery rhymes
These niggas be pissin' me off (hol' up)
F*ck it I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (hi)
Hickory dickory dock (hol' up)
She gon' pour hickory sauce on my dickory
Then she gon' lick the shit off (hol' up)
She gon' need a doc when I give her this cock (hol' up, hol' up)
Niggas tryna randomly battle me, automatically gotta be outta they rabid ass mind
They better have a Rabbit ass rhyme from 8-Mile to battle me
Or bow in agony, no matter to me
I'll battle the king of the battle scene
Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty
I'll even battle a madam just not in her anatomy
Battle rap and schiz', brrat! Outta the galaxy
If you take some NWA and Wu-Tang
And you shake it up (up, up, up)
Then you makin' Shoe Gang, you makin' Shoe Gang
Now you drink it up (you drink it up, up, up)
That's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl
They call me Kakarot and an astronaut
I'm just sayin' I'm out of this world

I mob with a crew of Mufasas, so why would I worry?
Hakuna Matata
On this food chain you the medallion
You at the bottom, so you don't want problems
I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar
Momma always told me: "Do what you gotta"
My crew gettin' hotter and hotter right now we like June in Nevada
But we soon to be hotter
We ain't on the cover of XXL
We from the underworld, no Beckinsale
Look, half of me say: "F*ck record sales"
I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self
Every question I direct to self, are they f*cking with me?
Nah, they ain't f*cking with me
You'd rather subject yourself to restin' on a bed of nails
Meet death, get your flesh impaled
If you don't fall from grace, I'll pull you down 'n shit
Y'all all are gay, look how you sound 'n shit
I'ma tie you motherf*ckers up in the closet
Know you got closet space, 'cause you came out that bitch
All that shit you sellin' I can't buy it
Said that your clique is better but they lyin'
My team like cavemen with these flames
I mean we stick together to make fire

We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit
Shoe Gang back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap shit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put a legend in the past, Acura shit

Dice is raisin' the heat, I don't mean the K is drawn
My flow is hot, flamin' y'all, I be eatin' MCs like Filet Mignon (Ah)
Shoe Gang finna go make bankrolls
It don't make sense if it don't make pesos
These wack niggas is gettin' away with murder
But that's old news like the OJ case, yo
Nigga, me vs you like MJ in his hayday vs OJ Mayo
I'm a boss, she go when I say so
Arms'll start swingin' like Jose Canseco
Everything you rep is fake, that's why me and you can't relate
We don't like your records 'cause your record's gay
We here to set the record straight
Hol'up, hol'up, motherf*ckers wanna back out when I black out
I get sicker than a mad cow
We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now
Beef or cash - cash cow
You never heard of me? I'm the petty king
I'm married to crime, I snatched your bitch wedding ring
D-i-c-e - Directly In Charge of Everything
And my pockets stay evergreen

First off, the Earth is flat
Motherf*ckers shoulda' knew I start my verse with that
If it's a ball, then show me where it's curvin' at
The UN logo is a Flat-Earther map
I be on them bitches like I am there
I'm high, point to the sky, I am there
Was never off completely, I'm aware
Still a nigga back on it like a reclinin' chair
To open my mind, I'm turnin' to the reefer
I put on my hood and turn into the reaper
I merk and do what the verses do
Hot enough to burn into your speakers
Alerting you, I'ma murder you, I'm eager (yah)

Hate dudes that rap and say that's not what you about
I find it ironic like gettin' pregnant on a couch that pulls out
K-e-double-n-y, Mister Every Day He's Stumblin' High
Mister Every Day He Fumblin' High
Mister I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin' Die
Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favour
I'm raw no rollin' of papers (yah)
I be trippin' off that shit that's loud like I'm comfortably scolding a neighbour

We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit
Shoe Gang back on our shit
Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap shit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put a legend in the past, Acura shit

I was in my sarcophagus sleepin',
I was in a diamond mine chillin' on my King Solomon shit (Solomon shit)
And maybe whoop me, I'ma sleep to remind me of droppin' this bitch (droppin' this bitch)
Probably was better to leave me off the record man
'Cause you resurrected Kane, now a menace to society collides with a zombie apocalypse twist
I'm livin' like I can't be killed, I'm livin' like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals
Ya momma shoulda swallowed you in your father's Apollo when she was a thot-thot
Gettin' backseat thrills (haha)
We on the backstreet still, where we pack heat still
And the clap-clap got 'em runnin' like a athlete at a track meet still
Nobody sellin' crack, we trap these pills
This is Amityville, this is how we feel, we strugglin'
Life is like jugglin'
Butcher knives, niggas get cut and get blood in their eye
Just keep on hustlin', numbers are doublin'
You don't wanna hear the horror story, we survived purgatory
You just wanna hear the war story glory, way before all these hoes was hanging out with the crew
Talkin' everything they did to get the house next to you
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you and your people sleepin' underground in the soot
'Cause you don't know how hot it is
I'm listenin' to the current competition
Got a whole lotta confidence
Somebody go and tell the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus
I'm goin' back to sleep on you niggas
Goodnight
We back on our shit