Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rembert
Performer
Ghost DaBrahli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rembert
Songwriter
Antonio Bryant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rembert
Producer
Lyrics
I never left, been here the whole time
Climb mount everest just to mold rhymes
My type cleverest, each lines a goldmine
From a treasure chest, pressed from coal, I'm
Just ( pause) flesh and bone,
Toned to def by poems, I etched in stone
Yes I'm blessed, da next testament
Must confess, I just sketched on a whim 8
What I look like, trying to flex on men
A (pause) tyrannosaurus Rex in the gym?
More than kinda raw, call me a dinosaur
I'm sorta a miner, a finder of iron ore
A soldier still, know to wield
Da shield and sword he molds from steel,
Always on course to overkill,
Of course I feel the source, the force is real
I can never return
Cuz I never left
Stepped out the kitchen for a sec
Had to get a check
I ain’t pressed
Wait my turn
Henry Never let the Letters burn
[now that’s a fire
My arts the spark
I’m a chef
Rep the set
Yes,
Emceeing I been def
Jam master Jaying to cassettes
To control my breath
I’m a writer
I decide the type a time I’m on
I don’t move the muse for music
If the feelings wrong
Never run for the money
I let the signal come to me
I’m litt 1000 watts
Electric company
My left brain right brain
Write game to mic gain
Might splain
The lightning
I harness on
The psych plane
They try to play us out
Age us out
We ain’t take this route
It chose us
And you know what
And I’m ready to go nuts
Knight takes pawn
U took the L
Get off my lawn!!
The old man yells
Stoopid jupiter
You awakened a giant,
I'm breaking the town now
Hear the sound of the siren
It's taking a while
Bored of the monopoly
Shaking the ground
Built around and on top of me
Aroused by the beats
Unbound to boundaries
I'm back with a backpack
Full of styles, I'll release
Gimme a pile of trees
And a crowd to please
I'm growling at the clouds
Like a howling beast 8
First I search, then found
And now I'm free
Lurk around, merk a clowns
That don't sound distinct
I'm "b.a.c.k", don't need the leeway
To delivery funk, you'll want to replay
I don't know what they thunk, I dunk it's easy
I just jump up, and double pump on em these days
Get it Crunk, these punks can't see me
I beat the whole track, from the back of the relay 16
Written by: Antonio Bryant, Henry Rembert