Freddie Gibbs, Termanology, Statik Selektah and Fred Da Godson - Wild Style

It's the return of the wild style, wild style (it's the return)
Just pump the volume up (that real shit)
The wild style, wild style (Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs)
It's the return of the wild style, wild style (Termanology)
Pump the volume up (Fred the Godson)
The wild style, wild style
It's the return

I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lime
My cutties keep vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner in your face means you got some shit in your eye
I fire shots put your ass in a quiet box
And when the riot stops I'm the one firin' cops
I smoke Phillies I can kill an entire box
I'm the Gorilla killer you on ya Mozilla Firefox
Try and bark, I'll put you down on dead dogs, 'cause I'm a shark
Really to you I'm Reinhardt
I run over yo' head, leave your face with tire marks
Put a grenade in your mouth and blow your life apart
Any mission that I embark has a violent start
Bloody ending is all depending on if the knife is sharp
This is psycho talk, my blades lipo-sharp
I'm down to fight a whole block, fuck the cops

It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Just pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style (some tears in a bucket, nigga fuck it)
It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style (let's do this shit, I do this shit)
It's the return

All I do is write verses and wrap up rubber bands
Roll a'84 and roll up a 'Wood with my other hand
And I fuck with felons, don't fuck with the F-E-D's
They know I'm selling somethin', ain't nobody selling CDs
Another trick up my sleeve, but 'nother bitch that I'm stickin'
I introduced her to sniffin' and dick in different positions
Got introduced to some friends and sit back as if I was flippin'
She sniffin' (?), your daughter need intervention
That's some cold shit
Fred, you musta been smokin' water when you wrote this
Nah I'm in Brooklyn, back from Gary fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit pay attention and never smoke shit
Call up Dominican H and told him I was posted
Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers
Heat the microwave and cut up them cookies like Famous Amos
Shit get rectified by sticking this dope in a bitch's anus
Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother let's get this paper, bitch

It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Just pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style
It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style

Flow superior to others often then I'm fell
Freddie and Fred, feel like I'm talking to myself
Far as rhymes I'm awesome (awesome)
The metaphors I don't want, they online in an auction
Caution niggas I'm often, no discussion
They mom's will take care of the coffin, Robitussin
Selektah (?)
I ain't really got beef I'm just that kind of collector
It's the return of the wild style
Ice in the quarter rock back to the vials now
They one dimensional, I got styles now
Tomorrow's best lyrics is my freestyles now
I respect you when you when you spit, yeah
You far from nice, you need Jet Blue to get there
I'm iced out, Slick Rick mixed with Ric Flair
Pardon my terminology but I get it in

Return of the wild style, wild style
Just pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style
It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style
It's the return

Written by:
Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Patrick Baril, Daniel Carillo, Fredrick Thomas

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