Take_it_Back_v2 (GODMODE 950 Version) - Denzel Curry

Woah, Kenny Like Frederick Douglass It's time to pick my brain apart Lookin' at the menu Motherfucker, I'm the main part The patriarch of this Zuu shit Never no Fuu shit Try to sue this We end up on Sun Tzu shit And you don't want that, buddy, there's no combat Ask Drake to pick you a season for you to come back Everything that Denzel spits, nigga, is all facts I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun tucker I don't trust 'em, I don't love her Little brother, don't make me reach out and touch ya I don't got candy but I'll turn your head to Gushers Sucka When you see the barrel better pucker Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya Cold like Russia, six feet under Sprayin' at your crew like a damn crop duster After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks Okay, after dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks (Here, shake hands with danger) Raise up Raise the motherfuckin' bar when I blazed up Then I throw a Molotov, I'm a- (Uh), palm I'm a (Uh), bomb (Any) One that thinkin' that I'm Saddam I'm a period, everything gettin' serious The beat on the lyricist was the eeriest I look at the sky to answer the curious The God and the Devil, they both imperious (Uh) My birth's an accident, so what is life initially Officially love and lust accompanied by misery So obsessed with company Watchin' how you move, how you walk, where your compass be Even when you move to an island, livin' comfortably (Drama still follows) Harry Potter clip filled with deadly ass hollows Bangin' out your trunk but it's not a Monte Carlo Here's how it really goes, now open up the car door Okay, after dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks Okay, after dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks These niggas wanna take it back- (Shake hands with danger, step right up and say hello) (Grindin' wheels and metal are what made Three-Fingered Joe)

You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though Look they made a song, now they say their life's a movie That shit be Ironic cause they sitting and they bruising They got money and they wanna spend it like they're cruising Yeah yeah now they pull up, now they losing You make tracks to make stacks I make mine to kick back and relax It's the shit that you wish that you had I been thinking bout spitting and measuring time Doubling rhythms and tripling rhymes You wanna sell tickets, you wanna make lines Stop calling my number, the fuck off my line I switch my flow up like I'm NASDAQ Deliver all my promises like Amazon's my backpack They're half that and I ain't gotta prove it cause they're laughed at So I can leave it ringing in your head this ain't my last track You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple You're saying that you want me you don't really understand Thought that we were friends now you're tryna' hold my hand Told her I don't want no money, I don't want no fucking fans Got the the type of friends that'll fly out to Japan I ain't got no other plan though I ain't got no other plan though I'd rather hide then go make a couple bands though

Voices in my head Now tell me that I'm dead now I just don't believe it Just tell me can you prove that you can prove them wrong Prove them wrong Prove them wrong Prove them wrong Voices in my head say I might end up dead today Can you prove them wrong wrong Can you prove them wrong wrong Cause I don't think you can I don't think you can