Soldiers of the B.R.E please stand and rise for the return of your lieutenant of corruption....B.M.A.C.K


My words are thought to be from the schoolyard cause they full of word "play"/
My verses catch you off guard like a spare iraqi missle causing a melee/
I sit here and ask myself what kinda shit I'm gon get myself into today/
And find the right words to say to my ex so she goes on her way/
You can have it your way or no way as long as you do say B.R.E is here to stay/
I lay restless in night waking up in deep perspirations/
My return to the game sorta brings rapbattles back like inspirations/
Inspiring all nations to jus click on the link and display/
You're stuck here on every word I say, I quench your thirst for lyrics like a bottle of ocean spray/
Havent heard from me in a while so you figured I'm probably done/
Doin what I do best apart from poppin the gun/
Spreadin thoughts of reality and keeping the mic in check/
Holding visions in your mind noticing I'm not politcally correct/
It's my mind's state it's irate at rap's fate cause once it was blowin up now its in a state of deflate/
Defaced with newbies Half of them wannabe B.R.E groupies/
It's like I reappeared from the ashes like a burning phoenix/
It brings tears to your eyes so you grab a kleenex/
Add it up and multiplied by a few, Mathematics turned rap into magic and now its consuming you/
The lowest common problem solved in instance/
It's like every verse I spit make sense in each of my sentence/
I got rhytmn and blues flowin through my nike shoes/
And I been through all the competion and dumped all of the fools/
Cause reality's a motherfucker and that's why I'm back/
Big up to the lieutenant of B.R.E BMACK/


Just a little warm up keystyle