(Chorus: Smokey the Ghost & Aerate Sound)
it's the return of the G, like Andre
put your hands in the air make arms sway
if you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days

(Verse 1: Smokey the Ghost)
I'm here to joke about some people that I know
collect your sense of humor, sit back and listen to close
Not so long ago, when rap wasn't so cold
nobody knew what we do, me and BV spitting flows
As the days keep on ticking, one day we met a soul
Said he's an organizer and also CEO
turned to V and said, I like the way you rhyme
so sign the dotted line, don't read the print is fine
Flash a curving smile, said he wants to make us rich
said he wants performance but no pay, he hit the switch (Switch)
10 years to this day, still payments kinda vague
Krunk they do me a favors, to give me what I made
my rap, I rap away and replace the R in RSJ
Azadi's political until you're pressing play
so careful what you claim, and look before you aim
the trees and frogs the same, Anti-social sort of name
Selling out to crooks, broke artists are to blame
so don't call this a comeback...

(Chorus: Smokey the Ghost & Aerate Sound)
it's the return of the G like Andre
put your hands in the air make arms sway
if you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days

(Verse 2: Smokey the Ghost)
Let it be known that I am the greatest that ever rock the mic, Like a clock, I strike
This industry fucked up, made a cynic out of Rahul Giri
But show no pity, I go all out Pallemoni
Can't leave rap alone, the game needs my alimony
See Raps my wifey, and Rap is sleeping with sand above it
I Wake the princess with no kisses like I'm disco puppet
I'm from the basement I hope to make it to cosmic's attic
I cross the line
Take what is mine
Delay my payment
Elusive vibes
Take back your lies, your
Views and your likes
Fuck it
I'm quitting rap and ill rap when I'm saying that, and I snap and you play this back, cause punk never craved the craft, I bunked every day of class, thunk every punch impact
In fact, don't call this a comeback...

(Chorus: Smokey the Ghost & Aerate Sound)
it's the return of the G, like Andre
put your hands in the air make arms sway
if you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in the hard hard days

it's the return of the G like Andre
put your hands in the air make arms sway
if you're bad to the bone and feeling alright in these hard hard days

(Verse 3: Smokey the Ghost)
They put out the spark now a days
it's so dark now days,
Can't see the vision, pinch of salt now days
Don't let my brother Naqu Project his art, now a day,
so fucking hard now a days, don't pray to god now a days
now a days, I'm driven... on alcohol now a days,
blinded on our mission, wannabe stars now a days
given that our vision don't go far now a days
When the heights of ambition tall is dwarf now a days
it's so cold now a days, yours and mine now a days,
my brother joe felt a shiver down his spine now a day
I went to magnetic fields, stood in shade now a days
Times is grave, greed is plague now a days, its the return