Get Back – Zebrahead

I got game like Kobe, act like you know me, if you rhyme better well then kid you best show me
Fly by wrecking, never come in second, fists in my pocket and use my words as my weapon
Ghetto blaster thumping, girlies are bumping, got to get the dough like my man Donald Trump and
Set this in motion, jaws in the ocean, if you need a rhyme well, then kid I got the potion
Damn
Building this up like a high rise, better yet phatter than Neil Carter’s right thigh
Coming in slanging, never leave you hangin, if you talk shit then on your door I’m banging
Twisting up hip hop, running with my flip flops, past all the cops just chilling in the donut shops
For no other reason, no it ain’t treason, just coming up cause this is the zebrahead season
Get back
I didn’t want it
Didn’t need it
My time is the only thing that you have taken
So about the world, don’t be mistaken
Get back
I didn’t want it
Didn’t need it
You’re lost the only thing that you were given


Lyric Get Back – Zebrahead