The Return Of A King

Intro

Yeah... check, check. One two.

Did you miss me?

They thought the ink dried up.

They thought the mic went cold.

Guess who's back? Look.

Verse 1

I've been locked in a dark room, staring at a blank page

Feeding on the anger, trapped inside a self-cage

They whispered I was finished, history, a past phase

But I'm about to set this whole industry ablaze

Look at these phonies, they cozy up on the radio

Spitting the same flow, lazy and un-programmable

I took a hiatus, a break from the global view

But staying away from the booth is something I couldn't do

My fingers were itching, my vision was getting blurry

They thought I retired, buried me in a hurry

But I'm back with a vengeance, the pen is a deadly weapon

The second I step in, you better reckon a lesson is coming

I'm running the numbers, crushing the newcomers

Waking the game up out of its deep slumbers

They're biting my style, but they can't even chew it

They try to pursue it, but don't know how I do it

You wanted a comeback? Well, open the curtain wide

There's nowhere to run now, and nowhere for you to hide.

Chorus

Because the beat starts thumping and my blood starts pumping

I'm jumping right back in the ring, no fronting

They thought I left the throne, left the crown in the dust

But making this music is a terminal must

Yeah, the hiatus is over, the monster's awake

And I'm taking back everything you tried to take!

(Guitar Solo)

Verse 2

They got amnesia, forgot about the damage I do

Every single stanza I write is a technical coup

I sit in the studio, pacing, erasing the lines

Replacing the basic designs with horrific signs

I'm twisted, sadistic, a linguistic ballistics expert

Leaving your favorite rapper face-down in the dirt

You thought you were safe while the king was away?

Now I'm back in the building and everyone's gonna pay

I hear the chatter, the internet talking its trash

Saying my era has passed, waiting for me to crash

But I'm a contrast, an iconoclast, built to outlast

Strap 'em down to the chair, ready for the blast

I'm reconnected, infected with the exact rhythm

Splitting the atom, attacking 'em with a black prism

The pressure is cracking the pavement, I'm back in my element

Flipping the script on these critics, making 'em irrelevant

So pick up your jaw off the floor, I'm locking the door

You wanted the Shady effect? Prepare for a war.

Outro

Yeah.

Did you really think it was over?

The hiatus was just halftime.

Now log back out.

I'm back.