The Return Lyrics

Who knocks out everybody and no one can whoop him

That's when that little Cassius Clay from Louisville, Kentucky came up and stopped Sonny Liston

The man who annihilated Floyd Patterson twice

He was going to kill me, but he hit harder than George

His reach was longer than George's

He's a better boxer than George

And I'm better now than I was when you saw that 22-year-old undeveloped kid

running from Sonny Liston

I'm experienced now, professional

Jaw's been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple times

And fam, been chopping trees

I done something new for this fight

I done wrestled with an alligator

That's right

I have wrestled with an alligator

I done tussled with a whale

Hot damn, been a minute since I popped in

But I stopped in to solidify my spot, man

Seem like the game, full of niggas chasing clout

And a lot of clones mirroring the South

A lot of shit they spew, make them killers seek them out

Six-month runs, two weeks later, they chalk them out

Six-mile runs, call it meditation

Just my preparation for elevation with two middle fingers to this nation

My recipe for success is align with the mind

To break guan, the future at the same time

Chef Fooley whipping magic

Frank Lucas' past with the cash

But I ain't snitching on your bitch ass

Detoxed from pipe dreams of the quick cash

Now I chase coins to keep going

Back to the genesis hedge

Hog the flow, I know

Running circles through your mind like where Mary go

Round two, round one

I was feeling you out

Now round two, I'ma see what you got

Too many people want to dream without sacrifice

Twist it like Hermaphrodites but

Really want the fame in the limelight

Fuck that, give me the stage

Keep my rhymes tight

Off to round three

Checking hooks deep in your mind

Like pretty boy, Floyd, studied the game

Now give me my change, now hang tight

Ring girl, do your thing

Yes, because I do love him

Certainly

For his money

No, honestly

Have you got the nerve to stand there and expect me to believe that you don't want to

Marry my son for his money

It's true

Then what do you want to marry him for

I want to marry him for your money

There

Bad bitches come with success

When you broke, only thing you get is stress

When you fighting for your dreams, they just coming for your neck

Gotta learn to vibe and weave

Or the mat is where you rest

Barely made it out of four, five

These rounds get intense

When you black it's like the ground made for you

I'm convinced

Six second count and I'm back up in the mix

Like I'm seven years down

Never let me forget

Yeah

They don't understand the blood, sweat, and tears on them

My innocence been lost for some years on them

My lifestyle way different from my peers

Lost touch after so many years

And now it's round eight and I'm floating in here

I'm focusing here

I wish I hitter would show, boat in this square

Body head, body head in

Do time, my niggas

Call to fight, ref the belt

Is mine

I'm the best ever

There's never been anybody like me

I'm Sonny Liston

I'm Jack Dempsey

There's no one like me

I'm from the Air Force

There's no one that can match me

My style is impetuous

My defense is impregnable

And I'm just ferocious

I want your heart

I want to eat his children

Praise be to Allah