Back To The Basment Video (MV)

You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio (ayy-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo)
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 shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
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 like E4

(Shut the f*ck up)

As a kid started learning how to Bruce Lee slick
How to dress well, 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 they can say I never did it 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
Twenty-two 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-, sign me
Fifteen lived with a dollar and a dream
And a Glock by the waist side 'cause I just wan the cream
Get it by myself dawg, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave and
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach, y'all made even
Said my grandma told me that, yeah my grandma told me that
Back in basements dawg, I swear we bumpin' that

Ayo pick up your microphone
(Shu-shu-shut the f*ck up) Yeah, yo

Yo pick up your microphone and go home
All you rap bamma clones get thrown and shitted on
Leone's the villain, this my dominion
F*ck all opinions, I rock obsidian
Go ape, go simian, Joe Young on these mics
These drugs Bolivan, too crack like two dykes
Laced with malice, hands be calloused
From slapping emcees from here to Dallas, yeah
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch all 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 frère
Don't you even go there
Me without a freak is like a Sikh without his hair
I came to f*ck up bamma's egos
Bust 'em four, five, six times crack his Cee-Lo

Yeah, ayy
(Shu-shu-shut the f*ck up) Yeah, ayy

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 they 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 f*ckin' cats can add to your playlist

Bitch, do you know who I am?
I'm f*ckin' 6ix bitch
Oh, you talkin' back? You talkin' back?
Shut the f*ck up before I crush you with my wallet