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letra de the return - torae & marco polo

[verse 1: torae]
uh, in 2009, we dropped the hardest sh-t that you ever heard
real rap, spit fact sh-t in every word
every jeep, every ipod, on every curb
every thug, every nerd spittin’ every word
waitin’ on the return, we back like reclining chairs
man monologue, y’all sh-t v-g-n- care
no desiigner here, my broads in the a
would rather yap you than to dap you, applaud with the k
i record with the yay, couple slabs keep the hood moving
college dropout, but i make good music
if you could, do sh-t, or shut the f-ck up
wanna act bougie, get stuck up
this is where the timbs gettin’ scuffed up, the beards lookin’ scruffed up
i’m still dressed in all black, ain’t no puff stuff
shiny suits, nah, make mine a camo
with mp on the ammo, l’m rambo
first blood hookin’ you in, sh-t is the worst drug
tryna ride ’til you die? i’m the he-rs- plug
you tryna spit the best bars? i’m the verse plug
word to de la, they my first plug
either you get it or you learn, play with fire, you get burned
seen ’em wind up in the urn tryna earn
case closed confirmed, i can see your concern, y’all had to yearn
now they ready to rejoice at the return, uh, it’s the return
[chorus]
so here we go again
back together with the classic terror
better than before, iller metaphors
comin’ correct from the door, even harder than before
the wait is over, here we go again
back with a vengeance, better than we ever been
baow, bang, give a n-gga pain
duck, duck, then we blast shots delivered to your brain

[verse 2: torae]
uh, i slow flows y’all to death
but still breathe life in the bars with each breath
huh, it’s ironic from atonic to iconic
the god spit demonic
i breath chronic on the west, spit piff back at the rest
sip tea when i be down in the south, who wan fi test?
don dada, my sh-t proper, you ship more, but spit nada
the number-one d-ck rider
give him applause, give ’em this loss, give ’em a gauze
your b-tch stopped by the crib, huh, give her her drawers
gave her a burner for a jack, no d-ck, gave her a pack
gave her the gat, gave her the map, she gave me it back
triple time my investment, intertwined in her intestines
and it didn’t bust, bae is a blessing
so any beat you bring up, bet you i bless sh-t
f-ck you expected, huh?
f-ck could you mean? f-ck what you seen, trust the regime
the 2023 cl and pete, guru and preem, marco and me
and nothing new on the scene could get with it
who want they sh-t splitted, huh?
either you get it or you learn, play with fire, you get burned
seen ’em wind up in a urn tryna earn
case closed confirmed, i can see your concern, they had to yearn
now i make ’em rejoice at the return, uh, it’s the return
[chorus]
so here we go again
back together with the classic terror
better than before, iller metaphors
comin’ correct from the door, even harder than before
the wait is over, here we go again
back with a vengeance, better than we ever been
baow, bang, give a n-gga pain
duck, duck, then we blast shots delivered to your brain

[outro]
duck, duck, duck, duck
then we blast shots delivered to your brain
duck, duck
blast shots delivered to your brain
blast shots delivered to your brain
blast shots delivered to your brain

- torae marco polo

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