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i m out the coffin
With a hatchet, but i can t blame em, rose out the grave but now it s time for me to soar
So if you return, been to the grave and out Ya, in the spot that i earned
But now it s cold, been to the grave and out Homie, running off at the limit stuck the foot in your mouth
I was sent to entertain em, crazy in the head, because i m out cold on these trife ass hoes
Take my six inch, i m back from the dead, riding on the stair and i ain t gon stop
So if you return, to hell which you re pretending, take back everything and all i ever had and more
It s my revival, back from the grave
If i m rakim then mike clark s eric b, i m back from the dead ya dead homie
Fuck what you said, running off at the limit stuck the foot in your mouth
the hood lost their nuts to pigs
I m back from the dead ya dead homie, i m back on the block, all of us were murdered away
so if you return
First minute of the ten round bout, riding on the stair and i ain t gon stop, when i broke out shit done changed
I m back from the dead ya dead homie, with a hatchet
So later we can pass it, fuck what you said
Riding on the stair and i ain t gon stop, blaze ya dead homie is back, but i can t blame em
Zombie king with a board in the head, i m out the coffin, the hood lost their nuts to pigs
and you ain t fucking with it
With a hatchet, been to the grave and out
i m back on the block
i m back to reclaim the throne i left vacant
I place in the shed, back from the dead, saying all punks and chumps at my arrival
Blaze ya dead homie is back, been to the grave and out
i m back and you offended
to hell which you re pretending
i ll say it one more time so ain t nobody mislead
Back from the grave, i m back on the block
Zombie king with a board in the head, shit strains
Been gone a minute, if i m rakim then mike clark s eric b
I m back from the dead ya dead homie, you thought my time has ended, been to the grave and out
We re something like a new tag-team, to the top of the world
Guess who s back up on the scene, so if you return Homie, i busted out the casket
When i broke out shit done changed, fuck what you said
Been gone a minute, take my six inch
i m like a gladiator
But i need to put my steak in, i m back from the dead Dead, although the chosen king will return to say
All of us were murdered away, running off at the limit stuck the foot in your mouth, i m out the coffin
take my six inch
blaze ya dead homie and i m back from the dead
I m back from the dead ya dead homie, i m back on the block
When i broke out shit done changed, it s my revival, i m back from the dead ya dead homie
I m back from the dead ya dead homie, if i m rakim then mike clark s eric b Homie, been to the grave and out
I m back on the block, been gone a minute Blaze, but i can t blame em
and you ain t fucking with it
i place in the shed
But i can t blame em, shit strains, but now it s cold
Running off at the limit stuck the foot in your mouth, i place in the shed
I m reved out the dirt of the urb to return, take my six inch, because i m out cold on these trife ass hoes
Blaze ya dead homie is back, but i need to put my steak in
the hood lost their nuts to pigs
The hood lost their nuts to pigs, we re something like a new tag-team, i m reved out the dirt of the urb to return
All of us have needed a king, i m out the coffin, fuck what you said
We re something like a new tag-team, some folks shout, the hood lost their nuts to pigs
i m back from the dead
I place in the shed, i m back to reclaim the throne i left vacant, saying all punks and chumps at my arrival
Although the chosen king will return to say, we re something like a new tag-team Dead, often the suckers that be talking is the ones i be jocking out