Baghead (feat. Alikho Igama & Adisa)

There's been a couple rumors going around, that the king is dead
There's been a lot of personal problems in my life as of late
A lot of demons still hunting me down and winning
But, I'm still here in Jersey All Pro
I missed a couple other shows and I apologize to them, I sincerely do
But, let's think about tonight
The past is the past, let's let those demons chase me a little later
But, the king is still alive, and the return of the king is tonight, to JAP
Archadia, Azrieal
Everything I've been going through, Imma let it out on you guys
Every smack, every suplex, every headbutt, it's on you
You're gonna feel all the pain I've been going through
Holla

Holla, yo
The king is gone, the king is back
The king is dope, the king is whack
The king is me, motherfuckers, bow down right on both knees
I'll break your fuckin neck like it's Stone Cold and Owen Hart
Summer Slam '97, the novel of my life, this just the first part
First chapter written, fuck your fiction
I'm here to steal your Christmas, I write like Charles Dickens
Assembling the minions and all the fuckin pistons
Bitches know I'm baller, I fuck them while I'm dribbling
Y'all know this isn't simple, I make you scratch your temple
That bitch getting shit, that I had to double dip it shit
I'm built different, you watch the throne, I sit in it
Pour a glass, I'm sipping it, cut him off if he snitching, shit
This ain't beginners luck, hate me like a give a fuck
Do this cause I'm good at it, never ever made a single buck
So fuck y'all, all y'all, I'm fire like a Molotov
Miss me with that bullshit, shout to Vladimir Kozlov, bitch

Who the fuck invited he, little fucking quiet flea
Nobody would vie to be, menace to society
Witnessing his evil stare, notice he don't even care
He is me plotting up a scheme he ain't keen to share
Your team couldn't take me, I'm like Breen in his twisted pair
Frigidaire, know I keep it clean, got the chips in there
Never share, stingy like I'm green, eat it in my lair
Want it, you can come and fucking get it, boy, I double dare
Knuckle up on the square, Hucklebuck, laying there
Stupid fuck, they lied when they told you I was fighting fair
I don't even try to make the competition gasp for air
I declare war on you lame niggas, I'm despair
(I don't like that)
Sure you don't, cause I'm fucking rare
And I got a girl who love me, she said I got awesome hair
Not a care, steady balling like I'm fully flared
Koston couldn't cross me, I'm a set of like a thousand stairs
Never fear, scared money makes none
Nigga like me always on the hunt to get some
Keep it blunt, what you want want, man, I'm on a mission
That being said, it is still fuck the system
Bag on my head so the charges never stick, um
Snitch and you're dead, just my new latest victim

Hard hitter, boss nigga, working graveyard shifts
Young spitter, these lines are loaded like AR clips
And on my momma, I cut through drama when beef gets thick
Cause my babies don't mess around on some Hey Ya shit
It's real, about as real as he say y'all is
And I've been keeping it a buck since like 2006
More like 2001, this rapping shit too easy for me
And I've barely begun, every verse a home run
(Two, three, yeah)
With bases loaded, a nigga GOATed, won't vacate the throne
Until the feds go ahead and lock a nigga up like Capone
My niggas moving packs, would've thought Noriega was home
Or Amazon started shipping overnight with their drones
Out with Rico and Alikho, got more goons than casino
Ask them about the hottest album, they gon' say Valentino
Joshy told me kill these niggas, said he don't have to beg
Wipe off the blood and then I go and cook my grandad some eggs
Pussy

Everybody move
Get out the way, move
Come on, come on
No more
I'm done with you
You're not gonna make me mentally unstable
I don't get you
I don't get you
No more, Gary
No more, Chikara
I'm done
You're not gonna make me upset
But the business has arrived
Now, you can go back to work
Now