Bound for Rebound

Yeah, Phantom & the Blud

First of all, don't talk
Just listen, let your mind walk
This gonna kill y'all
Cribbing about how the bridge falls
Checking it on the studio

Need new mags for the body haul
Gotta kill myself every time I fall
Gonna take the walk and penetrate the force
Uh

Rising up to the challenges
I'm a fake gangsta with a lotta chips
My rap's open for business
So while you looking at me like I am in a crib
I'm busy stabbing ya in the back with a pin
I been rhyming cause I'm a visionary
Rapping out of my vocabulary
Need new machines to compete with me
I'm still standing on my frickin' balcony!

Trynna shout to the crowd, you are bound for rebound, yeah
Trynna shout to the crowd, you are bound for rebound, yeah

Taking this cause I'm a mortal, yeah
Taking this through a portal
Stuck in a timewarp from 2004
And I don't know why i'm hysterical
Cause I'll total your focal
Make it seem like ya headed for a reciprocal
Uh

Say my name, so clueless
Truth is, this is just to say its ruthless out there
Pop this song whether in or out
It just wont be useless

Look, I'm not trying to slow you down
In fact why dont we just speed up this track?
Lay down on your fat back
Grab another snack from the stack cause its wack
Aight!

Sipping a drink don't mean you're gonna sink
There's other billions who gonna make you think
Just get up, catch the rebound like a hound
Safe to say, you're not alone to stay
This inexorable pain's gonna go away
Gonna push the shackles off, tell em you're slay, okay?

Prisoner of Azkaban, no more!
Acting like a damn stan, no more!
Shutting down the damn plan, no more!
I'mma be a frickin' man from now on!

Got this radio intact, then I get the news
That I better poke myself with a thumb tack
Boom! head cracked
Now I gotta rush to the hospital and give
Dr. Dre a bloodbath!

Maybe crunch that, he says clutch that chance
Before you go back
I do not wanna dig deep down
But I gotta let ya know when the beat's coming out!
So!

Trynna shout to the crowd, you are bound for rebound, yeah
Trynna shout to the crowd, you are bound for rebound, yeah

Oof! BLU BLUD in the house
Ready for head to head fighing that allows
The sinister evil minds to criticize and recognize
When they need to bow, now

For the average fella who done everything
To be able to eat, dont just keep ya head up
Cause its gonna repeat, ignite the fire
And look for the answer, its not gonna stop you
If you keep looking to pop out the desire
Now let me remind ya, its not about the gashing
Its about how we came up by ourselves back from nothing

I take shots, at all the MR's
Mumble rappers and shots for reals
They fake through all of y'all
They just turn up a cool beat
And mumble in autotune through it
So it sound cool, but its not
There's no skill involved
They aint never put no work
Yet they got rich and famous and all

I can name a few MR's, one or two
Hell, I could read a whole book of em for you
Your favourite Drake and whoever's name starts with "Lil"
There's so many real rappers who would love to kill
For the jobs they stole!

They aint never had to put in the toll
All my life
Eyes on the finish line, head down
I didn't realise the true essence of life
Pound for Pound, the world goes around
Now the last thing to say is

You bound for rebound!