The Overture (Intro) Lyrics

Yeah, it's the return from the rock bottom

The murderer top shotta, we learned it from Shawn Carter

Bombard ya, as far as the bar, I'm gone yonder

Can't recall someone as gnar, go on ponder

Let's move on to my dossier as a tossed grenade

Want the Apollo stage, a boss, a sage, you just caught my fade

Got a swollen face and now dollar chase at a smaller rate

While I plot on a wad of pape like the Walton's safe

A lot of rappers buried when the patterns parried

So the discourse says this torch I have to carry

You all just lack sting and can battle barely

You will read a rap king on my lapidary

Yeah, I'm back on my biz

This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd

Yeah, I'm back on my biz

This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd

You say I'm standoffish, I just don't fuck with y'all

You best be damn modest with all those struggle bars

And be damn cautious, I got a lust to spar

I demand homage because you can't touch the God

What you muster cause those who listen to waste cash

What I'm stitching is a piston for the payback

The most meticulous envision how to change rap

So I stay busy with the mission, you remain trapped

Display's vast, it's hot lava in sentences

Rottweiler's the temperament, top five when you mention this

Drop, all of you diminishing to rot, slaughtered you're tenuous

And your squad's roster has got nada to menace this

Yeah, it's that Columbine, al-Qaeda grind

That I define, itemize cyanide for your diatribe

The sky's defied, no limits in the polemic

It's my moment, they're folding, their show's ended

Yo, they know that I formulate great

And my score cremates fakes and tortures straight snakes

Make a fortune, raise cake, for Bordens make haste

Meanwhile, you got two bills with Laurier's face, you broke bitch

Yeah, I'm back on my biz

This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd

Yeah, I'm back on my biz

This is that shit, you can't fuck with The Kyd