Reks Follow

(Sample)
Let me stay with you ‘til the morning wakes the night
Just one more night with you, to help me see the light
How can it be so wrong?

(Chorus – Reks + Vocal Scratches over sample “How can it be so wrong?”)
They call me Reks
“Back for the streets” (Memphis Bleek – “My Mind Right)
“Hard streets and hard times, beats and hard rhymes” (Jadakiss – Joell Ortiz’s “Hip-Hop (Remix)”)
“You know exactly who these streets belong to” (Memphis Bleek – “My Mind Right”)
“You better watch this cat” (Memphis Bleek – “My Mind Right”)
“Yes, I’m an MC’s MC” (??)
“I’ma make you understand how I do what I do” (Memphis Bleek – “My Mind Right”)

(Verse 1)
Aiyo, the East need their king back, so I came to be that
Check mate the game like Chess, I came to seize rap,
Never been a name like Reks, best believe that,
Wherever I aim my best, I plan to see that
I see that, the game has changed, but I’m prepared for change,
Fans can relax, I won’t relapse,
This ain’t “Rekless”, and with that said, where the heat at?
Nas said “Hip-hop is Dead”, they bringing me back,
Like Christ on the 3rd, with the words I’m a throwback,
The flow’s that as picturesque as Kodak,
First out arena like a gladiator, getting at a hater
We the makings of the major moves without the major paper,
Quiet as kept, I crept back in it, back-flipping off the roof, a suicide sentence
How you define “menace” without mentioning Reks is a fallacy,
Any before me done, won’t fear none after me,
That’s genesis, revelation: enemy, associate,
Anyone who gets the premonition to fuck with me’s over with,
It’s over for soldiers, had a nice run, but I’m back like spines
To remind y’all who the true chosen is

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Hey yo, I think I can…no, no, I know I can,
No need to hold my hand, I got the upper hand, I am
Son-of-Sam Burkowitz, merciless rap verbalist
Write on cloud nine to penetrate the Earth with this,
Demonstrate superb like verses, you need services?
Ghostwrite your CD, if P. Diddy purchase it,
Hotter than a (?) is, street journalist,
Speak murderous bars, that cause onslaught to y’all nervousness,
Statik! I got beef with your beat, I came to murder it,
Rapper’s got cred on the street, but ain’t deserving it,
Sick of all this hip-hop beef and fake murderers,
Thug claiming, drug slanging, gun banging worshippers,
Two-third of it ain’t real, peeps the third who still,
Keep it authentic with a raw feel,
The game need a change and I aim to deliver it,
Till I claim my spot in hip-hop’s hall of fame

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I think if ‘Pac or Big Poppa was poppin’ they poetry, niggaz wouldn’t eat,
Wouldn’t be so many rappers killing on every beat,
Wouldn’t be so much division ‘tween the West and East,
Rest in Peace to Punisher, Big L, Eazy E,
To MC means to carry the torch, guess I be
Living proof to Stack Bundles, before I D-I-E,
We can drink, write songs, get lit like Bob Marley
Hope rap gon’ be loaded up wit’ me (?) when God call me,
R-E-K-S is probably the Marcus Garvey of artistry,
Warring with leaders to get my people out of poverty,
Through the knowledge, too many artists is slaughtering art of speak,
History of rap is packed into my arteries,
R-E-K-S, the underground legendary, beep beep, hurry hurry,
MCs need to worry
You in the booth, you best beware
‘Cause I solemnly swear to be a problem this year

(Chorus)