[00:07.32]Hook: Julius Luciano
[00:13.44]Ah, we back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit
[00:16.74]Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
[00:19.00]Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
[00:20.22]Rappity rappity bullshit, they ain't rappin' like this
[00:22.41]Nah they ain't rappin' like this
[00:24.06]That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
[00:25.25]Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
[00:27.60]Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
[00:29.53]Verse 1: Demetrius Capone
[00:29.69]Hickory d**kory dock (hol' up)
[00:31.43]These niggas be kickin' them nursery rhymes
[00:33.13]These mother****ers be pissin' me off (hol' up)
[00:35.12]Mother****er it I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (hi)
[00:37.02]Hickory d**kory dock (hol' up)
[00:38.70]She gon' pour hickory sauce on my bullshit
[00:40.80]Then she gon' lick the bullshit off (hol' up)
[00:42.44]She gon' need a doc
[00:43.24]when I give her this bullshit (hol' up, hol' up)
[00:45.18]Mother****ers tryna randomly battle me,
[00:46.38]automatically gotta be outta they rabid ass mind
[00:48.43]They better have a Rabbit ass rhyme
[00:49.72]from 8 Mile to battle me
[00:50.93]Or bow in agony, no matter to me
[00:52.58]I'll battle the king of the battle scene
[00:53.67]Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty
[00:55.36]I'll even battle a madam just not in her anatomy
[00:57.11]Battle rap and schiz', brrat! outta the galaxy
[00:59.64]If you take some NWA and Wu-Tang
[01:01.84]And you shake it up (up, up, up)
[01:03.89]Then you makin' Shoe Gang, you makin' Shoe Gang
[01:05.73]Now you drink it up (you drink it up, up, up)
[01:08.47]That's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl
[01:10.22]They call me Kakarot and an astronaut
[01:12.06]I'm just sayin' I'm out of this world
[01:13.42]Verse 2: Julius Luciano
[01:13.87]I mob with a crew of Mufasas,
[01:15.80]so why would I worry?
[01:16.72]Hakuna Matata
[01:17.71]On this food chain you the medallion
[01:19.55]You at the bottom, so you don't want problems
[01:21.36]I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar
[01:23.15]Momma always told me: "Do what you gotta"
[01:24.99]My crew gettin' hotter
[01:25.81]and hotter right now we like June in Nevada
[01:27.73]But we soon to be hotter
[01:28.72]We ain't on the cover of XXL
[01:30.36]We from the underworld, no Beckinsale
[01:32.20]Look, half of me say: "****in' record sales"
[01:34.00]I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self
[01:35.84]Every question I direct to self,
[01:37.83]are they ****ing with me?
[01:38.69]Nah, they ain't ****ing with me
[01:39.69]You'd rather subject yourself
[01:40.66]to restin' on a bed of nails
[01:41.88]Meet death, get your flesh impaled
[01:43.32]If you don't fall from grace,
[01:44.26]I'll pull you down 'n bullshit
[01:45.27]Y'all all are gay, look how you sound 'n bullshit
[01:46.96]Ima tie you mother****ers up in the closet
[01:48.61]Know you got closet space,
[01:49.64]'cause you came out that bullshit
[01:50.45]All that bullshit you sellin' I can't buy it
[01:52.50]Said that your clique is better but they lyin'
[01:54.28]My team like cavemen with these flames
[01:56.23]I mean we stick together to make fire
[01:57.70]Hook: Julius Luciano
[01:58.00]We back on our bullshit, yeah, we back on our bullshit
[02:00.04]Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
[02:02.14]Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
[02:03.73]Rappity rappity bullshit,
[02:05.00]they ain't rappin' like this
[02:05.93]Nah they ain't rappin' like this
[02:07.38]That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
[02:08.82]Man we come for your throat,
[02:09.79]yeah, we come for the GOAT
[02:11.16]Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
[02:13.00]Verse 3: Andrew “Dice” Deniro
[02:13.20]Dice is raisin' the heat,
[02:14.89]I don't mean the K is drawn
[02:16.63]My flow is hot, flamin' y'all,
[02:18.43]I be eatin' MCs like Filet Mignon (Ah)
[02:20.37]Shoe Gang finna go make bankrolls
[02:22.30]It don't make sense if it don't make pesos
[02:24.16]These wack mother****ers is gettin' away with murder
[02:25.85]But that's old news like the OJ case, yo
[02:27.88]B***h, me vs you like MJ in his hayday vs OJ Mayo
[02:31.42]I'm a boss, she go when I say so
[02:33.26]Arms'll start swingin' like Jose Canseco
[02:35.10]Everything you rep is fake,
[02:36.98]that's why me and you can't relate
[02:38.66]We don't like your records 'cause your records gay
[02:40.94]We here to set the record straight
[02:42.44]Hol'up, hol'up, mother****ers
[02:43.74]wanna back out when I black out
[02:45.03]I get sicker than a mad cow
[02:46.52]We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now
[02:48.77]Beef or cash – cash cow
[02:50.00]You never heard of me? I'm the petty king
[02:51.91]I'm married to crime,
[02:52.81]I snatched your bullshit wedding ring
[02:53.65]D-I-C-E - Directly In Charge of Everything
[02:56.28]And my pockets stay evergreen
[02:57.31]Verse 4: Kenny Siegel
[02:57.56]First off, the earth is flat
[02:59.01]Mother****ers shoulda knew
[02:59.95]I start my verse with that
[03:00.80]If it's a ball, then show me where it's curvin' at
[03:02.65]The UN logo is a flat earther map
[03:04.54]I be on them bullshit like I am there
[03:06.53]I'm high, point to the sky, I am there
[03:08.47]Was never off completely, I'm aware
[03:10.27]Still a bullshit back on it like a reclinin' chair
[03:12.07]To open my mind, I'm turnin' to the reefer
[03:13.86]I put on my hood and turn into the reaper
[03:15.25]I merk and do what the verses do
[03:16.20]Hot enough to burn into your speakers
[03:17.40]Alerting you, Ima murder you, I'm eager (yah)
[03:19.24]Hate dudes that rap and say that's not what you about
[03:23.18]I find it ironic like
[03:24.47]gettin' pregnant on a couch that pulls out
[03:26.72]K-E-double-N-Y, Mister Every Day He's Stumblin' High
[03:30.55]Mister Every Day He Fumblin' High
[03:32.27]Mister I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin' Die
[03:34.26]Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favour
[03:36.21]I'm raw no rollin' of papers (yah)
[03:38.30]I be trippin' off that bullshit
[03:39.74]that's loud like I'm comfortably scolding a neighbour
[03:41.04]Hook: Julius Luciano
[03:41.24]We back on our bullshit, yeah, we back on our bullshit
[03:43.48]Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
[03:45.73]Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
[03:47.17]Rappity rappity bullshit, they ain't rappin' like this
[03:49.31]Nah they ain't rappin' like this
[03:50.76]That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
[03:52.16]Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
[03:54.59]Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
[03:56.36]Verse 5: KXNG CROOKED
[03:56.51]I was in my sarcophagus sleepin',
[03:57.52] I was in a diamond mine chillin'
[03:58.91]on my King Solomon bullshit (Solomon bullshit)
[04:01.14]And maybe whoop me, Ima sleep
[04:02.29]to remind me of droppin' this bullshit (droppin' this bullshit)
[04:04.93]Probably was better to leave me off the record man
[04:07.37]'Cause you resurrected Kane,
[04:08.16]now a menace to society collides with a zombie apocalypse twist
[04:11.21]I'm livin' like I can't be killed,
[04:12.40]I'm livin' like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals
[04:14.84]Ya momma shoulda swallowed you in
[04:16.00]your father's Apollo when she was a thot-thot
[04:17.58]Gettin' back seat thrills (haha)
[04:19.23]We on the backstreet still,
[04:20.37]where we pack heat still and the clap-clap got 'em
[04:22.00]runnin' like a athlete at a track meet still
[04:23.90]Nobody sellin' crack, we trap these pills
[04:25.70]This is Amityville,
[04:26.65]this is how we feel, we strugglin'
[04:28.19]Life is like jugglin'
[04:29.18]Butcher knives, mother****ers get cut
[04:30.44]and get blood in their eye
[04:31.55]Just keep on hustlin', numbers are doublin'
[04:33.34]You don't wanna hear the horror story,
[04:34.49]we survived purgatory
[04:35.49]You just wanna hear the war story glory,
[04:37.04]way before all these hoes
[04:38.09]was hanging out with the crew
[04:38.80]Talkin' everything they did
[04:39.36]to get the house next to you
[04:40.46]Bank account full of loot,
[04:41.65]it was wild as a zoo
[04:42.61]We was down for a while now the album is through
[04:44.36]Better see five stars by the album review
[04:46.19]Or you and your people sleepin' underground in the zoo
[04:48.14]'Cause you don't know how hot it is
[04:49.34]I'm listenin' to the current competition
[04:50.79]Got a whole lotta confidence
[04:51.78]Somebody go and tell
[04:52.63]the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus
[04:54.27]I'm goin' back to sleep on you mother****ers
[04:57.01]Goodnight
[04:58.46]Outro: Julius Luciano
[04:59.21]Hahaha
[05:01.75]We back on our bullshit

Hook: Julius Luciano
Ah, we back on our shit, yeah, we back on our shit
Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
Rappity rappity bullshit, they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
Verse 1: Demetrius Capone
Hickory d**kory dock (hol' up)
These niggas be kickin' them nursery rhymes
These mother****ers be pissin' me off (hol' up)
Mother****er it I'll kick me a nursery rhyme (hi)
Hickory d**kory dock (hol' up)
She gon' pour hickory sauce on my bullshit
Then she gon' lick the bullshit off (hol' up)
She gon' need a doc
when I give her this bullshit (hol' up, hol' up)
Mother****ers tryna randomly battle me,
automatically gotta be outta they rabid ass mind
They better have a Rabbit ass rhyme
from 8 Mile to battle me
Or bow in agony, no matter to me
I'll battle the king of the battle scene
Assault and battery in the battle ring of your majesty
I'll even battle a madam just not in her anatomy
Battle rap and schiz', brrat! outta the galaxy
If you take some NWA and Wu-Tang
And you shake it up (up, up, up)
Then you makin' Shoe Gang, you makin' Shoe Gang
Now you drink it up (you drink it up, up, up)
That's what I tell her when I'm out with your girl
They call me Kakarot and an astronaut
I'm just sayin' I'm out of this world
Verse 2: Julius Luciano
I mob with a crew of Mufasas,
so why would I worry?
Hakuna Matata
On this food chain you the medallion
You at the bottom, so you don't want problems
I got enough knowledge to tutor a scholar
Momma always told me: "Do what you gotta"
My crew gettin' hotter
and hotter right now we like June in Nevada
But we soon to be hotter
We ain't on the cover of XXL
We from the underworld, no Beckinsale
Look, half of me say: "****in' record sales"
I'm tryna reconcile with my reckless self
Every question I direct to self,
are they ****ing with me?
Nah, they ain't ****ing with me
You'd rather subject yourself
to restin' on a bed of nails
Meet death, get your flesh impaled
If you don't fall from grace,
I'll pull you down 'n bullshit
Y'all all are gay, look how you sound 'n bullshit
Ima tie you mother****ers up in the closet
Know you got closet space,
'cause you came out that bullshit
All that bullshit you sellin' I can't buy it
Said that your clique is better but they lyin'
My team like cavemen with these flames
I mean we stick together to make fire
Hook: Julius Luciano
We back on our bullshit, yeah, we back on our bullshit
Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
Rappity rappity bullshit,
they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat,
yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
Verse 3: Andrew “Dice” Deniro
Dice is raisin' the heat,
I don't mean the K is drawn
My flow is hot, flamin' y'all,
I be eatin' MCs like Filet Mignon (Ah)
Shoe Gang finna go make bankrolls
It don't make sense if it don't make pesos
These wack mother****ers is gettin' away with murder
But that's old news like the OJ case, yo
B***h, me vs you like MJ in his hayday vs OJ Mayo
I'm a boss, she go when I say so
Arms'll start swingin' like Jose Canseco
Everything you rep is fake,
that's why me and you can't relate
We don't like your records 'cause your records gay
We here to set the record straight
Hol'up, hol'up, mother****ers
wanna back out when I black out
I get sicker than a mad cow
We can beef for free or we can beef for cash now
Beef or cash – cash cow
You never heard of me? I'm the petty king
I'm married to crime,
I snatched your bullshit wedding ring
D-I-C-E - Directly In Charge of Everything
And my pockets stay evergreen
Verse 4: Kenny Siegel
First off, the earth is flat
Mother****ers shoulda knew
I start my verse with that
If it's a ball, then show me where it's curvin' at
The UN logo is a flat earther map
I be on them bullshit like I am there
I'm high, point to the sky, I am there
Was never off completely, I'm aware
Still a bullshit back on it like a reclinin' chair
To open my mind, I'm turnin' to the reefer
I put on my hood and turn into the reaper
I merk and do what the verses do
Hot enough to burn into your speakers
Alerting you, Ima murder you, I'm eager (yah)
Hate dudes that rap and say that's not what you about
I find it ironic like
gettin' pregnant on a couch that pulls out
K-E-double-N-Y, Mister Every Day He's Stumblin' High
Mister Every Day He Fumblin' High
Mister I'ma Make Every Rapper Who Mumblin' Die
Pay 'em back like I owe 'em a favour
I'm raw no rollin' of papers (yah)
I be trippin' off that bullshit
that's loud like I'm comfortably scolding a neighbour
Hook: Julius Luciano
We back on our bullshit, yeah, we back on our bullshit
Rappity rappity bullshit, man we back on our bullshit
Shoe Gang back on our bullshit
Rappity rappity bullshit, they ain't rappin' like this
Nah they ain't rappin' like this
That mumble rap bullshit don't make sense
Man we come for your throat, yeah, we come for the GOAT
Put legends in the past, acura bullshit
Verse 5: KXNG CROOKED
I was in my sarcophagus sleepin',
I was in a diamond mine chillin'
on my King Solomon bullshit (Solomon bullshit)
And maybe whoop me, Ima sleep
to remind me of droppin' this bullshit (droppin' this bullshit)
Probably was better to leave me off the record man
'Cause you resurrected Kane,
now a menace to society collides with a zombie apocalypse twist
I'm livin' like I can't be killed,
I'm livin' like I ate dead rappers for my last three meals
Ya momma shoulda swallowed you in
your father's Apollo when she was a thot-thot
Gettin' back seat thrills (haha)
We on the backstreet still,
where we pack heat still and the clap-clap got 'em
runnin' like a athlete at a track meet still
Nobody sellin' crack, we trap these pills
This is Amityville,
this is how we feel, we strugglin'
Life is like jugglin'
Butcher knives, mother****ers get cut
and get blood in their eye
Just keep on hustlin', numbers are doublin'
You don't wanna hear the horror story,
we survived purgatory
You just wanna hear the war story glory,
way before all these hoes
was hanging out with the crew
Talkin' everything they did
to get the house next to you
Bank account full of loot,
it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you and your people sleepin' underground in the zoo
'Cause you don't know how hot it is
I'm listenin' to the current competition
Got a whole lotta confidence
Somebody go and tell
the archaeologists to close my sarcophagus
I'm goin' back to sleep on you mother****ers
Goodnight
Outro: Julius Luciano
Hahaha
We back on our bullshit