Back in Town Songtext
von L’Entourloop

What we′re gonna do right here is go back
Way back
Back in time
Back in time
Way back
Now hear dis
This is the original Jamalski
Watch ya right as we enter
Selection!

We hold the mic and den we sit down steady
We sit down pon di riddim and we with di God almighty
We don't want no nine millimeter, we don′t want no Uzi
The only thing we want is a good sensi
We reach up inna New York, we feelin' irie
Up inna France we inna di category
Sit down pon di riddim and we got di mentality
We don't want no nine millimeter, we don′t want no Uzi


′Cause we open the mic, sing for the
Mic, jam for the mic and then we gwaan
Sit down pon top of di riddim and we are di true champion
Open the mic, sing for the mic, jam for the mic and then we gwaan
Sit down pon top of di riddim and set up a different version
'Cause we open the mic, sing for the
Mic, jam for the mic and then we gwaan
Sit down pon top of di riddim and we are di true champion
′Cause we're permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent
Sit down pon di riddim ′cause we bombastic

Lyrical imitator, gangster perpetrator
Name is the Mister Mos, see I'm the fake riddim eliminator
Come in the place and pick up the mic and turn assassinator
No time to waste, we kill right now, there′s no such thing as later

Open the mic, sing for the mic, jam for the mic and then we gwaan
Sit down pon top of di riddim and set up a different version
'Cause we're permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent
Sit down pon di riddim ′cause we bombastic

Back, back in time
Back in time
Come on!


Yeah, they talk about being Blitz
But you never see him Blitz
Wrote a Blitz, recorded Blitz, it′s only right to perform a Blitz
Used to be on the list, been in the whole audience
Oh shit, it's a dead heat between the forty years
Of course he is, gonna rock the house like a spizzy night
Chill a quarter crispy bitches, light another mortar, bitch
Caught the pimp, believe in me own, I be gettin′ wetter
Than a snorkeler's goggles, I feel for you, bitch
And I′m like, you're the bit that sticks out of the water
So we′re gonna come bring a riot and an ordinance
Amount of blood is gonna be on the shits
And this proportionate amounts of applause
Within the audience is at the corporate gigs
Don't mean to be called a rapper but he's sort of is
Club packed like the gym in January
Interplanetary super party, bell a man of Scorpius
If you only knew what you thought is dead
You wouldn′t be stickin′ the boots in
But it's not a drinkin′ problem, it's a drinkin′ solution
A bit of a nuisance for me
But at the intervention, I was like, "What
On earth do you think that you're doin′?"
I'm a functionin' junkie, yeah, the consumin′ professional
I sell pills there but then I′ll rock it at the festival
And yeah, they're like, "Where the real money′s in swimwear
And modelin' and sellin′ pills," so let's just chill

Back in time
Back, back, back, back, back
Here we go!
Back in time
Come on!
Back, back, back, back, back
Come, come, come, come on, come on

Hahahahaha
Don′t try to test the architect
And the original DJ
Untlew
Massive!