Back To The Basment

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 [Fm7]my [A]bitch ɾocking Chanel and [Bm]all [Em]that
Fall [Em]back like [F]the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you [A7like [F]every hour, you [A7better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five shits, at like [F]forty-seven cops
Call [Em]me Doc D, get on [C7]my [A]dick, you [A7carbon [C7]copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got [Fm7]the whole shit scott-free
The ɾest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my [A]dick just to [C7]let your bitch taste it
Doctor Destɾuction [C7]gettin' knobbed off at the function
'Til your boys spontaneously combusted
I'm the best, no discussion
Yeah, now let that shit ɾush in like [F]E4

(Shut the f*ck up)

As a kid started learning how to [C7]Bruce Lee slick
How to [C7]dress well, and [Bm]probably approach a chick
Even with my [A]vision [C7]on [C7]wonder, Stevie
Still, be [Am]able to [C7]see what majority can't see
Been told take every step as if it was [Am7]my [A]last
Snakes on [C7]the pavement, not only in the grass
Never changing up like [F]Decepticons
So low and [Bm]out to [C7]get my [A]gold like [F]a leprechaun
And a nigga did it on [C7]his own
Never ɾisen anybody alive they can say I never did it all [Em]alone
I'm bringing it from the bottom to [C7]the top
Hell before you, tectonic plates
So before I pass my [A]presence forever ɾesonate

Feels like [F]I walked this Earth for [Dm7]a whole century
Twenty-two but feels like [F]I'm a hundred-two mentally
Look me in the eyes when I'm speaking so I know it's ɾeal
In the verse to [C7]get these hooks off like [F]Holyfield
Tyson [C7]in his prime, we don't wanna die
Look into [C7]the sky, praying that we stay alive
That's them, young broke kids, want more ends
Want more ass, we got [Fm7]no friends
But the concrete, police sirens livin' ɾight behind me
Play a game of 2K and [Bm]hope that-, sign me
Fifteen lived with a dollar and [Bm]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 [C7]never leave and
Never lose this hunger building in my [A]stomach, y'all [Em]made even
Said my [A]grandma told me that, yeah my [A]grandma told me that
Back in basements dawg, I swear we bumpin' that

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

Yo pick up your microρhone and [Bm]go home
All you [A7ɾap bamma clones get thrown and [Bm]shitted on
Leone's the villain, this my [A]dominion
F*ck all [Em]opinions, I ɾock obsidian
Go ape, go simian, Joe Young on [C7]these mics
These drugs Bolivan, too crack like [F]two dykes
Laced with malice, hands be [Am]calloused
From slapping emcees from here to [C7]Dallas, yeah
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be [Am]his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch all [Em]flagrant
Rap Bob Segar, turn a page ɾeal quick on [C7]'em
I don't fix, a-fix on [C7]'em
Night moves when I whips on [C7]'em
Get lit, throw dick on [C7]'em
Splits then I dips on [C7]'em
Yo au contɾaire mon [C7]frère
Don't you [A7even go there
Me without a freak is like [F]a Sikh without his hair
I came to [C7]f*ck up bamma's egos
Bust 'em [A]four, five, six times crack his Cee-Lo

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

It's like [F]a blast from the past, watch 'em [A]gasp in amazement
Too many dabs of the gas made me crash my [A]new spaceship
Took a look around and [Bm]found myself ɾight back in the basement
Ahead of my [A]time but I still kill some back in the day shit
So ahead of my [A]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 [A]mouth is, take the cash and [Bm]I taste it
Ratt Pack tatted on [C7]me 'cause I've been passed all [Em]this fake shit
These niggas won't admit it but they just cap like [F]their gangsters
Like before Corona hit
They was [Am7]ɾocking masks on [C7]their faces and [Bm]packing the stainless
Haha, I laugh at they statements
Then kick back, ɾelax, and [Bm]go catch some vibrations
Chief like [F]I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian
Oh shit, wait, my [A]bad, that was [Am7]ɾacist
Tabs of acid got [Fm7]me tɾapped in the Matɾix
Never dropped the album but they still say Castɾo's the greatest
Back and [Bm]forth, ballin', disgusting', beggin', now these niggas back with the latest
Another classic that you [A7fuckin' cats can add to [C7]your playlist

Bitch, do you [A7know who I am?
I'm fuckin' 6ix bitch
Oh, you [A7talkin' back? You talkin' back?
Shut the f*ck up before I crush you [A7with my [A]wallet