Massive. I got my partner
D got back together again and things
are finally back in control.
Why does the little man always
try to go against the big man?
They lack in the brain cavity.
Yo, it's little brain cells against the big brain cells,
dig this if a lizard could be a crocodile
Dundee boomer cloud dig this
ESD posse massive is back again
Back again to stop all insanity,
B -F -I -N -E is my family
Each side division sums up
So don't even bother your son
None of these lyrics are counterfeit
Nor are they fairy tales,
To constantly rip the crowd in two
While you sing the blues and choose to lose
faster than the speed of light
Cause my rhymes are in flight
A beat unique and the sound of it only
Person responsible for it is
I am a prophet, a minister, a black man
And teaching to reach them
Hold the crowded, hold your incaptivity
I'm in the vicinity, so you better be
Cautious, careful, cause I won't build
cause the man with the plan is back again
All interruptions, sit back and spectate
Still in control of things,
Pause, or wait, or make which is time spent
Constructed a masterpiece
I recommend that you run, son,
Back again to mend dependence
YZ's back to attack your eardrums
Make your brain numb, stun your cranium,
there's no way one man can take me
You're gonna need a truckload,
and I'll explode and dump your whole load
I dig beneath the streets of weak
And bring you to your peak
at each level of a pyramid
looking down, are you fearing it?
I'll reach down to my prophets
We connected, no suckers can stop this
Right hand to right hand,
link as I think you sink to the bottom
And quicksand as I stand back again
Back again, back again, back
Back again for the ending,
Y .C. ascending, so in the air,
They just get stomped into bits
while I sing and write another hit
Z is back to attack the wack,
And as I speak, you retreat
Meet your maker, your idol, your leader
Befund your principal, I'm the teacher
cause I've been resurrected
Influenced by a lie and a
Respect is the issue for the cause
And it is due to your know -hows,
East side massive flows and we all go
Quickly, strictly, business
I'm gifted, I'm shifted, and lifted
I take no prisoners, feel no compassion
It's either stepped off, broken,
And as I laugh in amusement
I refuse when you ask how my day went
Now you're lost and I gain,
and the fact remains the same
Back and get to explain what I expected