Back To The Basement Songtext
You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio
Ayo, ayo-yo, ayo
Bring it back to the basement
Freddy Kruger shit where your face went
Lyrically I murder you without a trace
Down the drain, where the case went
I got my bitch rocking Chanel and all that
Fall back like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Ayo, ayo-yo, ayo
Bring it back to the basement
Freddy Kruger shit where your face went
Lyrically I murder you without a trace
Down the drain, where the case went
I got my bitch rocking Chanel and all that
Fall back like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five shots, at like 47 cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album
And got the whole shit Scott free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
Doctor Destruction gettin' knobbed off at the function
Til your boys spontaneously combusted
I'm the best, no discussion
Yeah now let that shit rush in E4
(Shut the fuck up)
As a kid starting learning how to Bruce Lee slick
How to dress, smell, and probably approach a chick
Even with my vision on Wonder, Stevie
Still, be able to see what majority can't see Been told take every step as if it was my last
Snakes on the pavement, not only in the grass
Never changing up like Decepticons
So low and out to get my gold like a leprechaun
And a nigga did it on his own
Never risen anybody alive I guess I never did all alone
I'm bringing it from the bottom to the top
Hell before you, tectonic plates
So before I pass my presence forever resonate
Feels like I walked this Earth for a whole century
22 but feels like I'm a hundred-two mentally
Look me in the eyes when I'm speaking so I know it's real
In the verse to get these hooks off like Holyfield
Tyson in his prime, we don't wanna die
Look into the sky, praying that we stay alive
That's them, young broke kids, want more ends
Want more ass, we got no friends
But the concrete, police sirens livin' right behind me
Play a game of 2K and hope that *censored* sign me
15 lived with a dollar and a dream
And a Glock by the waste side 'cause I just want the cream
Get it by myself dog, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave it
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach yeah I'm even
Said my grandma told me that, yeah my grandma told me that
Back in basements dog, I swear we bumpin' that
Ayo pick up your microphone
Ha, ha (shu- shu- shut the fuck up!)
Yeah, yo
Yo pick up your microphone and go home
All you rap mama clones get thrown and shitted on
Leones the Villiones, this my dominion
Fuck all opinions, I rock obsidian
Go ape, go simmion yoyo on these mics
These drugs hit too crack like two dykes
Laced with malice, hands be calloused
From slapping emcees from here to Dallas
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch off flagrant
Rap Bob Segar, turn a page real quick on 'em
I don't fix, a fix on 'em
Night moves when I whips on 'em
Get lit, throw dick on 'em
Splits then I dips on 'em
Yo 𝘢𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦
Don't you even go there
Me without a freak is like a Sikh without his hair
I came to fuck up [?]
Bust the .45 6 times, [?] and Cee-Lo
Yeah, ayy
(Shu- shu- sh- shut the fuck up!)
It's like a blast from the past, watch 'em gasp in amazement
Too many dabs of the gas made me crash my new spaceship
Took a look around and found myself right back in the basement
Ahead of my time but I still kill some back in the day shit
So ahead of my time that I'm a part of the last generation, wait
Out of this world, these niggas not even NASA adjacent
Put the money where my mouth is, take the cash and I taste it
Ratt Pack tatted on me 'cause I've been passed all this fake shit
These niggas won't admit it but they just cap like their gangsters
Like before corona hit they was rocking masks on their faces and packing the stainless
Haha, I laugh at their statements
Then kick back, relax, and go catch some vibrations
Chief like I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian
Oh shit, wait, my bad, that was racist
Tabs of acid got me trapped in the matrix
Never dropped the album but they still say Castro's the greatest
Back and forth, ballin', disgusting', beggin', now these niggas back with the latest
Another classic that you fuckin' cats can add to your playlist
Bitch, do you know who I am?
(Huh mimimi)
I'm fuckin' 6ix bitch
(Huh? Mimimi)
Oh, you talkin' back? (Mi?) You talkin' back?
(Mi mimimi)
Shut the fuck up before I crush you with my wallet
(Mi-uhhhh)
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five shots, at like 47 cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album
And got the whole shit Scott free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
Doctor Destruction gettin' knobbed off at the function
Til your boys spontaneously combusted
I'm the best, no discussion
Yeah now let that shit rush in E4
(Shut the fuck up)
As a kid starting learning how to Bruce Lee slick
How to dress, smell, and probably approach a chick
Even with my vision on Wonder, Stevie
Still, be able to see what majority can't see Been told take every step as if it was my last
Snakes on the pavement, not only in the grass
Never changing up like Decepticons
So low and out to get my gold like a leprechaun
And a nigga did it on his own
Never risen anybody alive I guess I never did all alone
I'm bringing it from the bottom to the top
Hell before you, tectonic plates
So before I pass my presence forever resonate
Feels like I walked this Earth for a whole century
22 but feels like I'm a hundred-two mentally
Look me in the eyes when I'm speaking so I know it's real
In the verse to get these hooks off like Holyfield
Tyson in his prime, we don't wanna die
Look into the sky, praying that we stay alive
That's them, young broke kids, want more ends
Want more ass, we got no friends
But the concrete, police sirens livin' right behind me
Play a game of 2K and hope that *censored* sign me
15 lived with a dollar and a dream
And a Glock by the waste side 'cause I just want the cream
Get it by myself dog, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave it
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach yeah I'm even
Said my grandma told me that, yeah my grandma told me that
Back in basements dog, I swear we bumpin' that
Ayo pick up your microphone
Ha, ha (shu- shu- shut the fuck up!)
Yeah, yo
Yo pick up your microphone and go home
All you rap mama clones get thrown and shitted on
Leones the Villiones, this my dominion
Fuck all opinions, I rock obsidian
Go ape, go simmion yoyo on these mics
These drugs hit too crack like two dykes
Laced with malice, hands be calloused
From slapping emcees from here to Dallas
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch off flagrant
Rap Bob Segar, turn a page real quick on 'em
I don't fix, a fix on 'em
Night moves when I whips on 'em
Get lit, throw dick on 'em
Splits then I dips on 'em
Yo 𝘢𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦
Don't you even go there
Me without a freak is like a Sikh without his hair
I came to fuck up [?]
Bust the .45 6 times, [?] and Cee-Lo
Yeah, ayy
(Shu- shu- sh- shut the fuck up!)
It's like a blast from the past, watch 'em gasp in amazement
Too many dabs of the gas made me crash my new spaceship
Took a look around and found myself right back in the basement
Ahead of my time but I still kill some back in the day shit
So ahead of my time that I'm a part of the last generation, wait
Out of this world, these niggas not even NASA adjacent
Put the money where my mouth is, take the cash and I taste it
Ratt Pack tatted on me 'cause I've been passed all this fake shit
These niggas won't admit it but they just cap like their gangsters
Like before corona hit they was rocking masks on their faces and packing the stainless
Haha, I laugh at their statements
Then kick back, relax, and go catch some vibrations
Chief like I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian
Oh shit, wait, my bad, that was racist
Tabs of acid got me trapped in the matrix
Never dropped the album but they still say Castro's the greatest
Back and forth, ballin', disgusting', beggin', now these niggas back with the latest
Another classic that you fuckin' cats can add to your playlist
Bitch, do you know who I am?
(Huh mimimi)
I'm fuckin' 6ix bitch
(Huh? Mimimi)
Oh, you talkin' back? (Mi?) You talkin' back?
(Mi mimimi)
Shut the fuck up before I crush you with my wallet
(Mi-uhhhh)
