[Verse] Hey That's the wrong chord Come on You ain't ever seen a spirit on the mic before You ain't ever seen a spirit on the mic before Bring the slab, bring the slab You ain't ever seen a spirit on the mic before Bring the slab, bring the slab [Verse] They told me I was washed, it's a dream deferred Only man alive that can fly without wings or birds I'm like a baby when I sleep in the hearse I'm like Jordan in '95, man, I'm keepin' the merch This ain't soul food, nah, this a 3-course This a B-movie, the part that you fast forward 'Cause you can't stand the sight of me when I spit the mic Yeah, right The jig is up You're terrified This the perfect time I want my things back I want my stuff [Bridge] Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse [Verse] Mmm Yeah Yup I'm on the team with the starters and the benchwarmers The rap Joe Flacco, won the chip and shipped to Denver I'm Kurt Warner when he lost the Super Bowl and found God in the same week And got it back A-Aye, return my shit, return my shit, return my shit [Bridge] Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse Return the slab or suffer my curse
