Twelvegage Saxton - Back In The Saddle (feat. OnDré) Lyrics

This is what it comes down to
Im gonna drown you in my lyrical flashbacks
Max the volume on your speakers
Philosophy is waxed
Get off me Im taxed from digging up rhymes to coincide
Go inside the storm approaches
In the noches don't hide
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Herding all you fools like cattle
You see Im chilling like a villain illin on penicillin Thinking about killin just for a funky feelin
Im gripping up the microphone trying to break to the bone
Tongue twisting like a hurricane cut like sugar cane
Burning like acid rain speeding like a bullet train
Coocoo crazy nuts insane I like the flavor of your cross examination
Minus the skill and your lack of presentation
Kicked so many styles Pele asked me for a lesson
Got so many stunts Tony tried to buy a session
Polo wants me to sport not as a last resort
I'm the first on the list for the club in my mind
Standing 600 feet at the end of the line
Back in the saddle
Now let me ride
Back in the saddle
Now let me ride
Yo I jump in the saddle and Im ready to tattle
All my jungle battles man I crunched them up like Fiddle Faddle
Hit them in the back of the head with some beasts that be funky
And I be jockeying all these other honkies like donkeys
I work fast like chloroform to put you all to sleep
My body heatll keep you warm so Im the one to keep
Im a black sheep like Chris Farley run over by a black Harley
Turn black to yellow like Charlie
Yellow to black like Bob Marley
Wrapped up in his dreadlocks break em off like a rift
A diamond in the sand that I sift I demand its a gift
I backhand your facelift
Your pained face I will shift
Knock out your memory will drift so Ill plead the fifth
Your mainframe dont exist youre erased from the list
I curl my hand to a fist so you can tell that Im pissed
Twelvegage will be mad like a bull check your hand rub your skull
Break in your pad now Im full and Im glad like Ziploc
Tight like hip hop caught you in a lip lock with a gumdrop
Blowing hard like hard rock
Go away you fart knock Handwriting illegible
But no copies like the original
Cripple my pen like a vegetable
Burn paper like the dirigible
I run my mouth dry MC styles like magpie
Hang em high like a skyscraper wipe em out like 2 ply
I make an MC cry into his fry grilled ham on rye
And reply to all lies by kickin it off on the fly Ondre
Fast is the pace like a NASCAR race without haste
Dont forget the T and what about the E
Thats where the needle on my gas gauge be
Youre a hero in the night Im a thief in broad daylight
Im stealing whats been stolen from the start
I was owning it
Don't try to spit Ill handle it
Styles redundant I put a dent in your head
Now youre 22 months in a bed
Jacked up on crazy meds wanted by the feds for the style that you stole
Now they know cause I hit you with a big flow
You had enough kid I gotta go haha
And come back to the flow now here we go
As I comb my mental afro
MCs fall to Jello
Cause I never rock this slow in this boat that I row
The high seas blow I slaughter my foes with my boat and arrow
Im not a contract hoe I keep it on the down low
Yall know who and yall say whoa
Twelvegage on the mic and Ondre my bro
Were back in the saddle and ready to roll now
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle
Back in the saddle and ready to rattle