[Verse 1] Yo, yo, shade is back and he's back to crack back, no half step in whole track, snap They all freeze up, that's bad reception Oh, my god, who let the savage back in? Whole game soft as fuck, I'm here to fix the calibration Goat shit, no cap, I don't practice average Whole flow handcrafting your whole flow, copy-pasted, where you at? That's what I left about five years ago Still chasing little waves while I redesign the coast No problem, I sharpen the craft till it shave the beat You sharpen your image, still can't sharpen your schemes Bitch, I'm back, tell your favorite rappers they seated Before he gets zipped in a verse and memorial tweeted I let the thunder clap, crowd goes "Aye", that's normal You drop a song, whole room starts checking the door code Your recycle bars like the fucking blue bin I recycle rappers in a cautionary music [Chorus] Back again Now the fuck, once more Back again Watch another ego choke Back again Every bar is another coffin clocking Get your ass outlined and chalked in Back again Ya'll ain't built for this lane Whole squad washed Still talking about rain Big dog talker Better bark with proof Or get buried by the truth in the booth [Verse 2] You got one flow, congratulations, you found it I got ten-in-one verse without talking about it "You count syllables," I stack pressure on pockets You hear a beat, I redesign what a knock is Got another setup inside in every punch hit Before you realize I disguised it Ya'll telegraph every move like bad acting I black out a page, then wake up with classics No fake deep shit, just elite penmanship Every line stitched tighter than a custom-fitted fit [Verse 3] You bought your confidence, mine came with scars You bought your image, I invested in bars Difference is simple, don't overcomplicate it You rap for attention, I rap to raise the standard I'm still climbing while you're still introducing yourself Whole career screaming "Please, somebody, choose me" I don't need gimmicks, I don't need clickbait I just need sixteen and a kick, snare Whole room knows when the pen gets violent Everybody suddenly real fucking quiet You flex streams, I flex replay value Yours expire quick, mine keep gaining mileage Every bar got teeth, every rhyme got venom Every scheme folds another fake contender Ya'll still arguing who's next in the rankings I'm too busy making your rankings look outdated Fuck your top ten, make another list Then cross every name out and write mine in I ain't chasing ghost status, I built the past Now every sheep swear they invented the pattern Shade is back, that's bad news for pretenders You brought boys, I brought the fucking standard [Chorus] Back again Back again Back again
