Master Surreal - I'm Back (feat. DJ DNS)

The prodigal son has returned!
BACK!
(Get down!)
Y'all thought I wasn't gonna make it, huh?
You know what I'm saying...
Keep your focus right here
Your eyes and your ears
Back, back, back, back, back
B-d-back, back, back
Back in the day I wanted to build a rocket ship to get away
Now I'm living life the opposite: I'm here to stay
Yo, these haters tried to stop my shit. I can't complain
But I'll topple it. What? Anything that's in my way
Not a topic too hot still I talk with discretion
Life has taught me a lesson to control my aggression
Ventilate and channel it to take off the pressure
Man, if I was any fresher I'd still be on the tree
And ain't nothing fruity but the vitamin C
Biting me is like cheating to the highest degree
I'm fly as can be when them lights start flashing
Rock hooded sweaters like that shit's high fashion
It's a shame 'bout the Dutch rap game
A lot of lame motherfuckers with colourful names
I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that
But they sound like hicks on crack
I'm BACK!
Back, back up in this piece
I'm back for my release
I'm back so sucker please!
I'm BACK!
Back, back up in my hoodie
I'm back up in that bootie
I'm back oh goodie goodie
I'm BACK!
Back, back up on my grind
I'm back up in your mind
I'm back one of a kind
I'm BACK! Back, back, back, back
B-d-back, back, back, back
Ayo, I'm back up in the place, spit it back up in your face
Close encounter of a third 'cause I'm back from outer space
I've returned and now the competition's gone without a trace
Probably stay the prime suspect 'till my lawyer cracks the case
I know my flow can lay a burden on your fears
Try and stop me, yo, I'll jump any hurdle that appears
I ain't a killer but I'll murder your career
And plus that of approximately thirty of your peers
This ain't the son of Sam, the son of Bob is in command
I slam on big birds with their head up in the sand
For years and years I've been a pearl locked up in a clam
Now I'm out my shell I'll let the world know who I am
It's the M – A – S – T – E – R
Warp 9 with the grind, Mach 6 with the kicks
I'm stepping over clicks in my weapon '86's
Like Eighties porn flicks haters eat a hairy dick!
I'm BACK!
Back, back up in this piece
I'm back for my release
I'm back so sucker please!
I'm BACK!
Back, back up in my hoodie
I'm back up in that bootie
I'm back oh goodie goodie
I'm BACK!
Back, back up on my grind
I'm back up in your mind
I'm back one of a kind
I'm BACK! Back, back, back, back
B-d-back, back, back, back, LET'S GO!
Surreal, the way I spit it
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Surreal, the way I spit it
Guess who's back on the scene?
Surreal, the way I spit it
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Surreal, the way I spit it
My style's greater
Your favorite emcee
Comin' atcha
Comin' for your ass to blast
Your favorite emcee
Comin' atcha
As I come back
Back, back, back
Get ready!
Comin' for your ass to blast

Written by:
Daniël Munro

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