Yeah, it's the return from the rock bottom
The murderer top shotta, we learned it from Shawn Carter
Bombard ya, as far as the bar, I'm gone yonder
Can't recall someone as gnar, go on ponder
Let's move on to my dossier as a tossed grenade
Want the Apollo stage, a boss, a sage, you just caught my fade
Got a swollen face and now dollar chase at a smaller rate
While I plot on a wad of pape like the Walton's safe
A lot of rappers buried when the patterns parried
So the discourse says this torch I have to carry
You all just lack sting and can battle barely
You will read a rap king on my lapidary
Yeah, I'm back on my biz
This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd
Yeah, I'm back on my biz
This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd
You say I'm standoffish, I just don't fuck with y'all
You best be damn modest with all those struggle bars
And be damn cautious, I got a lust to spar
I demand homage because you can't touch the God
What you muster cause those who listen to waste cash
What I'm stitching is a piston for the payback
The most meticulous envision how to change rap
So I stay busy with the mission, you remain trapped
Display's vast, it's hot lava in sentences
Rottweiler's the temperament, top five when you mention this
Drop, all of you diminishing to rot, slaughtered you're tenuous
And your squad's roster has got nada to menace this
Yeah, it's that Columbine, al-Qaeda grind
That I define, itemize cyanide for your diatribe
The sky's defied, no limits in the polemic
It's my moment, they're folding, their show's ended
Yo, they know that I formulate great
And my score cremates fakes and tortures straight snakes
Make a fortune, raise cake, for Bordens make haste
Meanwhile, you got two bills with Laurier's face, you broke bitch
Yeah, I'm back on my biz
This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd
Yeah, I'm back on my biz
This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd