(Intro) Huh, it's gonna be a good season, man Comin' back around (Verse) Pledge of allegiance, this is comeback season Kissed the Jesus pieces, you're the last ones breathin' After beatin' the daemons who won that undefeated The main Tucka Free become the one they believe in Because you give 'em a reason, put they a** in the seats and Cla**ic polices and regret is on the week-end Aspirin' on the team, peekin' behind Venetian blinds When you NVPB, reminded the sweets of eyes Attendance increasing and I'm frequently fly Immaculate vision, y'all is like the blind leadin' the blind We realign the spines, need a chiropractor to fix it Blue chip, draft kick, b**h sack twisted Lord is my witness, to keep track of my statistics And the fame make some people ? act different When you stackin' riches under pissy matrices And the task quilted, it's all actors and actresses
White clean that name if ya really crack whippin' It's bad business, labels is crackin' whippin' The slave masters, they own the masters to your hitsmen And if you don't have any repo fin' to snatch you quif, damn Sippin' on this cognac, couple Hennessy on ice Scribble on my notepad until the energy is right Stir the ingredients until the chemistry is tight Good music, company in trees, necessity's a life Alchemy the recipe, everything we touch produces gold Found the loopholes, but who knows what the future holds? Groupie hoes like Medusa, the Whadus(?) hit a stone But I keep my eyes on the prize, this is my superbowl My sanctuary the studio, the only truth I know More suitable than the cubical, I'm built to thrive And the industry designed to k** a militant mind I hit the k**switch, that's my will to survive Yeah!