Back with another homegrown batch, another FOMO catch
These so-so cats can't really rap
Surprise, started hangin' with those guys, Str8 Bangaz
Now he's back rapping and singing on tracks that really slap
My mission's very singular, in that I don't have one
I just have fun with that
Feeling that I used to get, that I recently got
So basically I'm back from being back
Devoid of nonsense or pressure with real rhymes
You're taking in the reawakening in real time
Whutsiznaim, still a real spitter with his grown ass
Songs feel like taking cold plunges in cold baths
Okay, you bought trash, what comes next
Are you showing me what you have or showing me what you spent
Because one of those is not impressive
And fake it till you make it is usually not effective
Why you always trying to run when you're not elected - you're not my candidate
Still hotter than Santa Fe, cast iron the pan today
I do what I want can't even stand to wait
Mess around and catch me taking mandolin lessons at the Mandalay
Not much of a gambler, I'm more like a hustler
And if you got that last line, you're probably 40-plus and a
Fan of this for real, and words that you can feel
AC, you know the deal, major Key like Jordan Peele
I'm back
Back
Back
Back
Back with another one of those acts, some other victory laps
To celebrate raps that I had spat
Seven on the first, now ten to make it worth - your while
Look, you've done this twice now, congrats
I'm so separated from
Most of the things you're captivated by
Like if the aim is to be in the club with sparklers
Me and you just ain't the same type of guy
I'd rather stay on the low, try new restaurants and blow
Nicaraguan cigar smoke, Lagavulin with charred smoke
To the left of the bar though, he's the one with the glow
Sitting with C.M.R. this aint a part of the show
This is real life, think twice before you question it
The universe plots and conspires for Mr. Lefkowitz
I feel like I'm the chosen one
Your life is like a shootout with a frozen gun
Or like you ride a skateboard with a broken wheel
And auto-tune makes you sound like a barking seal
It's Melodyne time and hopefully this too shall pass
I'm making music too smart for your stupid ass
I'm Supercat, I'm back
Back
Back
Back
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Whutsiznaim - BACK Lyrics
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Back with another homegrown batch, another FOMO catch
These so-so cats can't really rap
Surprise, started hangin' with those guys, Str8 Bangaz
Now he's back rapping and singing on tracks that really slap
My mission's very singular, in that I don't have one
I just have fun with that
Feeling that I used to get, that I recently got
So basically I'm back from being back
Devoid of nonsense or pressure with real rhymes
You're taking in the reawakening in real time
Whutsiznaim, still a real spitter with his grown ass
Songs feel like taking cold plunges in cold baths
Okay, you bought trash, what comes next
Are you showing me what you have or showing me what you spent
Because one of those is not impressive
And fake it till you make it is usually not effective
Why you always trying to run when you're not elected - you're not my candidate
Still hotter than Santa Fe, cast iron the pan today
I do what I want can't even stand to wait
Mess around and catch me taking mandolin lessons at the Mandalay
Not much of a gambler, I'm more like a hustler
And if you got that last line, you're probably 40-plus and a
Fan of this for real, and words that you can feel
AC, you know the deal, major Key like Jordan Peele
I'm back
Back
Back
Back
Back with another one of those acts, some other victory laps
To celebrate raps that I had spat
Seven on the first, now ten to make it worth - your while
Look, you've done this twice now, congrats
I'm so separated from
Most of the things you're captivated by
Like if the aim is to be in the club with sparklers
Me and you just ain't the same type of guy
I'd rather stay on the low, try new restaurants and blow
Nicaraguan cigar smoke, Lagavulin with charred smoke
To the left of the bar though, he's the one with the glow
Sitting with C.M.R. this aint a part of the show
This is real life, think twice before you question it
The universe plots and conspires for Mr. Lefkowitz
I feel like I'm the chosen one
Your life is like a shootout with a frozen gun
Or like you ride a skateboard with a broken wheel
And auto-tune makes you sound like a barking seal
It's Melodyne time and hopefully this too shall pass
I'm making music too smart for your stupid ass
I'm Supercat, I'm back
Back
Back
Back
These so-so cats can't really rap
Surprise, started hangin' with those guys, Str8 Bangaz
Now he's back rapping and singing on tracks that really slap
My mission's very singular, in that I don't have one
I just have fun with that
Feeling that I used to get, that I recently got
So basically I'm back from being back
Devoid of nonsense or pressure with real rhymes
You're taking in the reawakening in real time
Whutsiznaim, still a real spitter with his grown ass
Songs feel like taking cold plunges in cold baths
Okay, you bought trash, what comes next
Are you showing me what you have or showing me what you spent
Because one of those is not impressive
And fake it till you make it is usually not effective
Why you always trying to run when you're not elected - you're not my candidate
Still hotter than Santa Fe, cast iron the pan today
I do what I want can't even stand to wait
Mess around and catch me taking mandolin lessons at the Mandalay
Not much of a gambler, I'm more like a hustler
And if you got that last line, you're probably 40-plus and a
Fan of this for real, and words that you can feel
AC, you know the deal, major Key like Jordan Peele
I'm back
Back
Back
Back
Back with another one of those acts, some other victory laps
To celebrate raps that I had spat
Seven on the first, now ten to make it worth - your while
Look, you've done this twice now, congrats
I'm so separated from
Most of the things you're captivated by
Like if the aim is to be in the club with sparklers
Me and you just ain't the same type of guy
I'd rather stay on the low, try new restaurants and blow
Nicaraguan cigar smoke, Lagavulin with charred smoke
To the left of the bar though, he's the one with the glow
Sitting with C.M.R. this aint a part of the show
This is real life, think twice before you question it
The universe plots and conspires for Mr. Lefkowitz
I feel like I'm the chosen one
Your life is like a shootout with a frozen gun
Or like you ride a skateboard with a broken wheel
And auto-tune makes you sound like a barking seal
It's Melodyne time and hopefully this too shall pass
I'm making music too smart for your stupid ass
I'm Supercat, I'm back
Back
Back
Back
Writer: J. Lefkowitz
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