Scram Jones - I'm Back lyrics

A time for us, some day there'll be a new world A world of shining hope for you and me Chorus *scratching* I'm back! *scratching* Did you forget about me? (x4) Verse 1 What's happening, I'm back off the wagon, smashing this rapping thing Rappers think they're dapper, it's sad, the badness they're babbling Chatting about packing Gatlings and battling, I'll batter them My adjectives are like daggers and javelins that stab your skin Not challenging, maggots are blagging, fraggles are haggling Back with a cla**ic to snatch your status off these Plasticine I've dabbled in, madness, how I've handled it is baffling I'm trapped in sin and damaged within, but still I have to win Aiming to break the pavements and take it straight to the majors Make all of my favourites famous, I pray that today it changes I patiently pave the way for a day that we make the papers The haters are staying haters, they're fakers, they're blatant traitors Don't say it's chasing my status, I'll break away from the matrix They laid us to waste of phases and slave them for slaming caners And blaze us, complacent Pagans who strained to escape the Masons Who gave us the AIDS and plagues and not blaming my brain's patrons Chorus *scratching* I'm back! *scratching* Did you forget about me? (x4) Verse 2 Put on my Air Max, and walk around a day in my shoes Look at the bare facts, and talk about paying my dues You realise every bar that I'm saying is true Phone in to cuss, any DJ that ain't playing my tunes In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout No I'm not the biggest or baddest, I'm just the illest out His bars might sound good when he spits them out But would it mean something if you were looking at it, written down? I can't front, like the way I'm living is perfect Can't look at the cards you got, saying you didn't deserve it Selling poison to people, that isn't my purpose Knowledge of self, that's the flipping gift that I'm cursed with People's Army, all my guys organise properly Feds wanna commit, borderline sodomy Bring coppers in choppers, you all can try stopping me Every tune's a chapter in my autobiography Chorus *scratching* I'm back! *scratching* Did you forget about me? (x4)