Back In The Booth

*deep breath* Okay

California Chand, back again

Look, I'm back in the booth

I'm back in the truth

Back on the track and

Back in cahoots

I'm back in the noose

Now that I'm back

I'm back to my roots

You're challenging who?

Hope that you're backed by thousands of troops

Attacking me, fool

My head in the clouds

But ain't never gone lose

Never, ain't gone never

You can bet on the dude

How you the best if I'm better than you?

You can't hide from the truth

You feel the pressure

I promise you can't compare

And it don't matter how you measure

Whether we measure the treasure

Or we measure the looks

Or we measure the skills

Or we measure the hooks

Or we measure the verses

Or we measure the voice

We can measure the luck

The fates are loving ya boy

My nigga, see I am the truth

These rhymes are abuse

These verses are just living the proof

Ya boy got the juice

And you know it's only facts in these lectures from me

No effort

Kill a verse and yes its murder

Not second degree

I'm every single thing I ever set out to be

(Chandler)

Except content with it

Two faces looking at me

In my mirror image

What's the difference 'tween

Me and me?

It's got me spitting different

Biggest ego you've ever seen

But ain't got no ambition

Steal the show, I'm there at the scene

And I fit the description

Break your heart like we was a fling

Then write the exposition

Can't nobody do this like me

They ain't got the division

I'm half depression

Half a blessing

And avoiding collisions