Back From The Future

Check one, check two, check three, check it The way that I attack the microphone and I

project it Cause I've been recollecting visions of the

golden sector Supreme net protector from the Tribeca

Astral projector, I'm the Resurrector With revelations I've been spraying from the

city of Mecca I remember the grimy of the 90s

Don't remind me how I spent it's own time

Back, back to the old school Back, back to the old school

I'm coming with this lyrical miracle barrage MC's wanna talk about they got an entourage

What's my squad? It's me, myself, and I Along with Mary Jane, that's a lyrical high

I've been the genie blazing on the Afghan Bitches wishing they can see inside my brain