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Lyrics
Now, whoever thought that we finished must've been stupid
The kampongs showed love like it was shot by some cupids
The kids is back bigger than ever they not stoppin'
You better bounce stop pretendin' you got options
Ya consience tellin' you to listen closely
ya'll some pussycats ya'll should be rollin' with josie
Who's doper than me besides none
You plan to be shootin' the block you bygones
Is the mic on? okay testin' 12
We got the crowd all hype what the hell you gon' do
We the masters of ceremonies and there's only
one reason you should fear cuz we're showin'
You got the whole place on lock? where homie?
The only reason you gon' pop cuz your lonely
I 'on't think you lil' kids is ready to play
Brunei 2000 dog made me this way
If you think that i'm playin' you made a major mistake
I'm a god damn poet call me william blake
i'm southeast hiphop in the flesh say hi
i'm the only ill rapper fresh to death alive
then i look back thinkin' its realest shit i ever wrote
my shit is so ill they got my feaces on a stethoscope
millinieum cats sit back and watch us
i'm naucious i'm watchin' imposters eatin' pastas
Ya'll sippin' coffee dogs sit at costas
Coffee been bitches need to get they cost up
they prostitutin like thailand ladies
Boy ya'll lookin' like some thailand ladyboys
Fall back tho cuz i destroy
anybody with a death wish pride, and joy
Zed Peace is the future the past and present
A little money hungry watch me ask for seconds
bastards wreckin' up my style i don't need em
kinda like the forecast i'm hot all season
God speed em bandits rollin'
Can't hear nothin' ya tongue's all swollen
You stayin' in the gutter like you sucked at bowlin'
so step back kid its grown men conversin'
Earth spinnnin' we cursed with verses
Deliverin' the worse writtens
cancel ya birth certificates
and i know that don't make sense
but i know khaos in brunei makin' hundreds of dollars
off my voice alone kracky kro, where you at ji
you safely home?
with khaos go on break they bones
and i stay smokin' off kracky kro's baby bong
we crazy holmes spit fire like skateboard clothes
we bring so much terror we get airports closed
so we only gotta drop till you babies know
that we was always nice even before radio
and if we do get to the top we gon' stay below
cuz thats where it all started the kampongs
i can't wait for home
