Saga lyrics

[Verse 1: Kev Roc]
Ah, and the saga continues
Hate her greetings 'of how I've missed you'
As daddy returns to refocus on family issues
Reports of my demise ring dull
And, how you let those jealous motherf*ckers beat you in the skull
And who hope to be cave in me? Who?
I'm still standing, all new and improved with wifey and little Brandon
This sh*t is serious with no excuse for dying
I come with a lion, can't you hear these b*tches hi-ing?
For a jump that mothaf*cka flailing
A shake in his socks it sounds verbally chilling
The newly broke loser now sports the noose
I'm gonna cook up a goose, on those chickens I come to roast
Come in again to check my mind
n*ggas swimming in the pus*y that I left behind me
Hip-hop she missing n*ggas shaving over easy
Horny, we f*cking about now she glad to see me
All this started off in the mountains
A result of old pictures, Descriptions, and accounts
My feets laced, hair braided and greased face the beast's fate
Where the truth be for beef steaks, sakes
Sunny sides up it's all up, sweet
Sippin out my cup while he's sittin in my seat
My f*cking remote at his feet
Feeling on my hoe, eating my piece of meat
And what's stalled and scolded the tones I told her
To keep this all a hundred made her more the bolder
Now she older, and in search of soul
I bust down the door to slap a rhyme over her shoulder
Outwit it from thinking you spit it
Admit it you bit it, pump fitting you like a fetish
Kev Roc I'm seeing the true sense, a new sense
To loose mens who produce, douche [?]
While you was dropping them, I caught em'
They cracked up a scent of burnt leaves raped in water
I take them and bash to a bit of mash
For you and your crew and your mens and the friends like "I oughta"
Kev Roc, I slam with a show of hands
And don't be tryna tell me that I sound like your man
Regular band jam yes, I can, can
And why don't you back the f*ck up off of me damn
Much my line the of kind of design that I do
They burn an effigy of my image while they drink with its stew
Round the corner come with the crowd into you
80 people with an ass whooping aimed at you
Old followers cracked open the door
A port at rock shaman resuscitates reports
I thought I knew, I've walked in to twice the force
Bringing you back the niceness you lost