I'm Back

"You better check your files..." {*echoes*}

{A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist}

[Obie Trice]

I'm onery honestly, I ain't gotta be cocky

It's a aura about my persona I be rockin

You can't ever knock me, I'm old triclops

My mental vision is clearer, than the red eye drops

Niggas stop, I really came from grams, 100's

Grams and onions with major plans to run shit

Rubber band man like fam that's Southern

Nigga this is the truth, this ain't a jam for frontin

Obie Trice, the first black rap artist

To reach a platinum plaque from where home exists (yes)

And they hold me down but of course you got haters

Haters, get 16 shots, now who's your favorite

Made it honestly, without havin to rob ya

Honestly you should be happy I'm not up in ya Honda

Or your Capris, capiche? You scared

I'm a beast on these beats, releasin masterpieces

"Cheers" was the debut, look what a nigga gave you

Your dollar spent well instead of me tryin to play you

Now it's my second effort, effortless

The weapon is still kept in the scrotum section and

I still rep my wreckless set

Screw crabs, they're underneath the earth restin

'Til I'm beneath the dirt

Show me a nigga hotter God damnit I'll invest in him (woo!)

Nigga got it locked, ain't no testin him

Plus I got a Glock that'll subtract chest on him