Wild Style

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume Wild style, wild style It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume It's the return [Verse 1: Termanology] I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lie My cutties keep that vanilla shit in the sky Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by The burner in your face means you got some shit in your eye Hi I fire shots, put your ass in a quiet box And when the riot stops, I'm the one firing cops I smoke Phillies, I can kill an entire box I'm the Gorilla killer, you on ya mozilla firefox Try and bark, I'll put you down on dead dogs‚ cause I'm a shark Really to you, I'm Lionheart I run over your head, leave your face with tire marks Put a grenade in your mouth and blow your life apart Any mission I embark has a violent start Bloody ending is so depending on if the knife is sharp This is psycho talk, my blades lipo-sharp I'm down to fight a whole block, fuck the cops [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume Wild style, wild style It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume It's the return [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] All I do is write verses and wrap up rubber bands Roll a '84 and roll up a Wood with my other hand And I fuck with felons, don't fuck with the F-E-Ds They know I'm selling something, ain't nobody selling CDs Another trick up my sleeve, another bitch that I'm sticking I introduce to the sniffing and dickin' different positions Got introduced to some friends that'd zip batches if I was flipping She sniffing a Vick a day, then your daughter need intervention That's some cold shit Fred, you musta be smoking water when you wrote this Nah I'm in Brooklyn, back from Gary, fresh off a dope flip Do the speed limit, pay attention, and never smoke shit Call up Dominican H and told him I was posted Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers Heat the microwave and cut up them cookies like Famous Amos Shit get rectified by sticking this dope in a bitch's anus Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother, let's get this paper Bitch [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume Wild style, wild style It's the return of the wild style, just pump the volume It's the return [Verse 3: Fred the Godson] Flow superior to others, often than I'm fell Freddie and Fred, feel like I'm talking to myself Far as rhymes: I'm awesome The metaphors I own want they own line in a auction Caution, niggas I'm offing, no discussion Your moms'll take care of the coffin, Robatussin Selectah [?] I ain't really got beef, I'm just kind of collector It's the return of the wild style Ice in the quarter rock, back to the vials now They one dimensional, I got styles now Tomorrow's best lyrics is my freestyles now I respect you when you when you spit shit You far from nice you need jet blue to get there I might style Slick Rick mixed with Ric Flair Pardon my terminology but I get it in Yeah