Nick Columbia - THE RESURRECTION Lyrics

The real is back like we filmed it on IMAX
My story just begun so stick around for the climax
Speaking of climaxes your bitch is real bad
So you better have a tight grab or she'll get touched like an iPad
I'm locked in like a father to be
A father of three
Cause I could name at least three emcees
Motherf*ckers
Who been copying me
But if you go and ask them they'll start copping a plea or making a seen like actors when they in front of a screen My haters are world class like boxers on the biggest stage
Give me sixty seconds and I'm cleaning up their mess
Cause when life gives me lemons I just turn into a minute maid
They throwing shade
Like umbrellas on a summer day
Keep these bums away or I'm yelling bombs away and I'm sending in a big brigade
I'm finna blow up like a motherf*cking hand grenade
Bitch your pussy ain't bomb word to Pauly D
You just a grenade
Looking like
You just got punched in the face
And it's such a disgrace
All the time that I waste
Was finna catch a case for a bitch who couldn't stay in her place
Nicky what happened you don't love me no more
Bitches really think you in love when you f*cking 'em raw
I'm upping the score
And trust me I ain't talking 'bout rapping
But I cut a bitch off and treat her like Wilt dropping a hundred bitch the shit never happened
And all you whack rappers need to quit rap and start stacking
Bars have been slacking like khakis what the f*ck happened
I'm literally in the middle of flipping the game on the top of its head
Hip-Hop has been dead
And this is the res
Resurrection
It's Nick