Back at It

Uhh, ya, mic check mic check, one two one two, yo
I go by the name of Calist, I'd just like to welcome y'all to the tape
I hope you're ready
Cuz its a Helluva Drop

Ha, Ima take a crack at it
Killin' the flow, you would think that I was mad at it
Willin' to go to new lengths to take a stab at it
But I ain't know you can get famous by being bad at it
A rap addict, I'm tryna' steal back the mic
Nowadays most rappers don't know how to write
And yes I'm white, it should be
Hard for me to touch the bar
Standard has been set so low that I ain't even jumpin' far
Hopscotch hoppin' all over these lame ass rappers
Oh shit it's crunch time boy here comes the cracker
And I'll let you have a piece of me to try and give you confidence
Only been here a short time and already feeling dominant
Highjack this shit like I saw your whip and hopped in it
Bypass your chick telling her I fuckin' bought the shit
And now she want at this, didn't know she was so fond of this
Cuz now when I see that girl she give me more than just some compliments
Damn try and stop me, I been fightin' like I was Ali
Cuz you know the Cash Is Clay so everyday they try and rob me
Smart but not a genius, just know how to make you squeamish
When I say this is to Eazy-G, You Know I Mean It

Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, this is a habit
Ya, ya, I'm back at it

Okay, here's what I have to say
My life is like a treadmill cuz I run this everyday
And even without a deal, I feel like I'll make my way
I been aiming for hearts, you Stevie Erwins I'm the sting ray
I been great, just tryna' introduce it
I'm gettin' ruthless in the booth, but at my own crib couldn't do it
I can't rap at home, but forget I ever mentioned
My inception about my music has got me lucid and I done crept in
With a new reality where people ask what where and how is he
Just not a fallacy as if they know all things about my creed
I be damned if he to a degree burn down my Cali Tree
For all those that done ran with me I'm granting amnesty
And those that didn't, thats what I call blasphemy
And when you wanna get on you better not come and ask for me
This train is movin' steady cruisin' while you living your life statically
No wonder you can't see me my whole team has got my back for me

Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, this is a habit
Ya, ya, I'm back at it

God damn, this one hell of an intro
I knew from the jump I'd lube y'all up like Crisco
And this dope, like a pack of blacks from the Sysco
Just pull one out, and roll this up cuz it hits dope
I miss those days in the 406
Runnin' the streets at night, was just a couple of kids
I sure come a long way, still got plenty of friends
But, now I'm international, then, it seemed impractical
I captured those thoughts, and I held on tight
When I would lay in my bed, watching Nick At Night
I closed my eyes and I said, you know your raps are tight
Strive for nothing but greatness, end up on everyones playlist
Bitch I know I can make it, let's see how far I can take it
I got connects on two continents, but right now that seem basic
Got a hand out then save it, you got your hand out won't shake it
Because all on my own is the only way this shit makes sense

Ya, welcome to the tape
Uhh, uhh

Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, I'm back at it
Ya, ya, this is a habit
Ya, ya, I'm back at it