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[Chorus: Julius Luciano]

Ah, we back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit

Shoe Gang back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this

Nah they ain't rappin' like this

That mumble rap shit don't make sense

Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT

Put legends in the past, Acura shit


[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]

Hickory dickory dock (Hol' up)

Niggas be kickin' them nursery rhymes

These niggas be pissin' me off (Hol' up)

Fuck it, I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (Hi)

Hickory dickory dock (Hol' up)

She gon' pour hickory sauce on my dickory

Then she gon' lick the shit off (Hol' up)

She gon' need a doc when I give her this cock (Hol' up, hol' up)

Niggas tryna randomly battle me, automatically gotta be

Outta they rabid ass mind, they better have a Rabbit ass rhyme

From 8 Mile to battle me or bow in agony

No matter to me, I'll battle the king of the battle scene

Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty

I'll even battle a madam just not in her anatomy

Battle rap and schiz', brrat! Outta the galaxy

If you take some NWA and Wu-Tang and you shake it up (Up, up, up)

Then you makin' Shoe Gang, you makin' Shoe Gang, now you drink it up

(You drink it up, up, up) that's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl

They call me Kakarot and an astronaut

I'm just sayin' I'm out of this world


[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]

I mob with a crew of Mufasas, so why would I worry?

Hakuna Matata

On this food chain, you the medallion

You at the bottom, so you don't want problems

I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar

Momma always told me "Do what you gotta"

My crew gettin' hotter and hotter right now we like June in Nevada

But we soon to be hotter, we ain't on the cover of XXL

We from the underworld, no Beckinsale

Look, half of me say "Fuck record sales"

I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self

Every question I direct to self, are they fuckin' with me?

Nah, they ain't fuckin' with me

You'd rather subject yourself to restin' on a bed of nails

Meet death, get your flesh impaled

If you don't fall from grace, I'll pull you down 'n shit

Y'all all are gay, look how you sound 'n shit

I'ma tie you motherfuckers up in the closet

Know you got closet space, 'cause you came out that bitch

All that shit you sellin' I can't buy it

Said that your clique is better but they lyin'

My team like cavemen with these flames

I mean we stick together to make fire


[Chorus: Julius Luciano]

We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit

Shoe Gang back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this

Nah they ain't rappin' like this

That mumble rap shit don't make sense

Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT

Put legends in the past, Acura shit


[Verse 3: Andrew “Dice” Deniro]

Dice is raisin' the heat, I don't mean the K is drawn

My flow is hot, flamin' y'all, I be eatin' MCs like filet mignon (Ah)

Shoe Gang finna go make bankrolls

It don't make sense if it don't make pesos

These wack niggas is gettin' away with murder

But that's old news like the OJ case, yo

Nigga, me vs you like MJ in his hay vs OJ Mayo

I'm a boss, she go when I say so

Arms'll start swingin' like Jose Canseco

Everything you rep is fake, that's why me and you can't relate

We don't like your records 'cause your records gay

We here to set the record straight

Hold up, hold up, motherfuckers wanna back out when I black out

I get sicker than a mad cow

We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now

Beef or cash – cash cow

You never heard of me? I'm the petty king

I'm married to crime, I snatched your bitch wedding ring

D-I-C-E - Directly In Charge of Everything

And my pockets stay evergreen


[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]

First off, the earth is flat

Motherfuckers shoulda knew I start my verse with that (Yah)

If it's a ball, then show me where it's curvin' at

The UN logo is a flat earther map

I be on them bitches like I am there

I'm high, point to the sky, I am there

Was never off completely, I'm aware

Still a nigga back on it like a reclinin' chair

To open my mind, I'm turnin' to the reefer

I put on my hood and turn into the reaper

I merk and do what the verses do

Hot enough to burn into your speakers

Alerting you, I'ma murder you, I'm eager (Yah)

Hate dudes that rap and say that's not what you about

I find it ironic like gettin' pregnant on a couch that pulls out

K-E-double-N-Y, Mister Every Day He's Stumblin' High

Mister Every Day He Fumblin' High

Mister I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin' Die (Yah)

Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favor, I'm raw no rollin' of papers (Yah)

I be trippin' off that shit that's loud like I'm constantly scoldin' a neighbour


[Chorus: Julius Luciano]

We back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, man we back on our shit

Shoe Gang back on our shit

Rappity rappity shit, they ain't rappin' like this

Nah they ain't rappin' like this

That mumble rap shit don't make sense

Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT

Put legends in the past, Acura shit


[Verse 5: KXNG CROOKED]

I was in my sarcophagus sleepin', I was in a diamond mine chillin' on my King Solomon shit (Solomon shit)

And maybe whoop me, I'ma sleep to remind me of droppin' this bitch (Droppin' this bitch)

Probably was better to leave me off the record man

'Cause you resurrected Kane, now a menace to society collides with a zombie apocalypse twist

I'm livin' like I can't be killed, I'm livin' like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals

Ya momma shoulda swallowed you in your father's Apollo when she was a thot-thot, gettin' back seat thrills (Haha)

We on the backstreet still, where we pack heat still and the clap-clap got 'em runnin' like a athlete at a track meet still

Nobody sellin' crack, we trap these pills

This is Amityville, this is how we feel, we strugglin'

Life is like jugglin' butcher knives, niggas get cut and get blood in their eye

Just keep on hustlin', numbers are doublin'

You don't wanna hear the horror story, we survived purgatory

You just wanna hear the war story glory, way before all these hoes was hanging out with the crew

Talkin' everything they did to get the house next to you

Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo

We was down for a while now the album is through

Better see five stars by the album review

Or you and your people sleepin' underground in the zoo

'Cause you don't know how hot it is

I'm listenin' to the current competition, got a whole lotta confidence

Somebody go and tell the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus

I'm goin' back to sleep on you niggas

Goodnight haha


[Outro: Julius Luciano]

We back on our shit 

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