[Verse 1: M. Sayyid]
Watch the ball
Watch the way I climb around your hall
Walkin' up walls sideways then I stall
Throw the web on you all
Back up with a U-haul
Wreck your rep like Eddie on an L.A. strip with RuPaul
Yeah you got the gall
A bitch in a shawl rockin' the mall
Poppin' pussy knockin' [niggas] on raw
Talkin' about "He got a crazy Benz"
Poutin', fussin' every second, where's the ATM's
When you peep at my shit it's just a wavy lens
Don't secondary y'all, do what I bake for the fake
Two shakes of scary spice and I'm off with the cake
On a rack for the track let it cool off, then blah!
Your whole crew want a snack after they nap runnin' up on me
But I told y'all kids, that's for the company
My symphonic monopoly philosophy sloppily
Etchin' notes awkwardly
Quarter to three brass sample the gas lamp
White wig slang Wolfgang
English chamber orchestrating a deadly banger cliffhanger
The stranger with anger prospect park the strangler
You couldn't catch me in the swamps with six navigators
Alligators, maps and calibrators
Yo Priest, throw the shit that keeps 'em on their toes like ballerinas

[Chorus]
It's the return
It's the return
It's the return
It's the return

[Verse 2: High Priest]
It's the return to the prime time vets, cadet
You get pet expect cassette epithets
Epileptic ellipses my thought eclipses
Lapses in your fractal jelly jar
Czar dictator often imitated and hated by many
Judge me by my flows, judge me by my foes
Enclosed foes
Judge me by the fact on a track I reenact a fact
That is only known in an intimate zone with a mic bone
I ignite tight poems, I'm known to write trifling poems
On homes of grown kids with blown wigs
That live in crypts and sleep under stairs on chairs
Three cheers, HP live like plants
Get your dance on, put your fake eyes on
Try on Krylon
My songs sing about the freedom of my people
New Balance sneaker fever
Thunder receiver
One to the three, it's HP

[Chorus]
It's the return