Finally Back

[Verse 1: Opio & A-Plus] Finally back No time to relax We gotta think fast Get on the attack This won't be the last No need to be lagging We should react They'll be blasting when they smashing in your front door Asking, "What you frontin' for?" Nothing but impure unadulterated hatred tryna crush your face When nobody's safe you running in place You could get erased Deleted from the planet, closed casket I wanna bring some heat straight to these bastards! [Chorus] Give, or don't give Until you fulfill Your dreams of finding And rhyming Mischievous souls [Verse 2: A-Plus, Tajai, & Opio] [A-Plus] Check it We all gotta leave one day And I know it's gonna happen to me one day But this situation needs gun play Put it up to his temple and he gone pray What would my people say If they knew I was caught up in this evil game People forgetting that we the same Look at the devil cause he's to blame Maybe we too cocky, self indulgent, and egotism Not to mention that if I stoop down to their level then it'll be me in prison The other side of me is fighting me, telling me "We should kill em" It's seeping into my soul I need to behold a deeper vision [Tajai] Hold on, plea breathe for a minute Let's think before we bring the reaper in it Man I barely seein' them niggas And the last thing that I wanna be is sitting Off in a 6 by 8 [Opio] You know you trippin', Tajai [A-Plus] But they did try to kill you [Tajai] Man look at my leg! Fuck it, headshots, smacked with a cannon Smash a nigga nuts with a hammer Burn all the mutts in the kennel Nobody getting to the spittle Leave no clue to the riddle But fuck it, let's get em, gone How many thumpers we sittin' on Call Black Ice for the Black Ops All black knights finna blackout Shady this, shady this, lives at dawn Then we burn the evidence on the black block [Chorus] [Verse 3: Phesto] Word to mom I feel my brothers in arms, I'm ready to purchase armor Better believe the voice for reasons ask Phes if he ever heard of karma Gotta be smarter, transponder, new jerk reaction is liable To leave all four of us martyrs, at the coroners office but the odor is toxic Can't be overly cautious, food for the soul, we'll end up either Headed for hell, dead or in jail, devil prevails, who's in control? Us or them? Crash in the barrel, two to the dome, using the scope Noose to the throat, a generation wasted, but I ain't losing hope