Lyrics:

Cold from my skin to my bone through a heart of stone
Like nothing you've ever known
Freezin' off the microphone like nothing ever shown
The baritone I feel I kill, and then I chill still
If you know what is left is what I like
If you don't agree, 'zyke'
Cause I ain't got time to play with you
There are other things I have to do
I could let you do with my picture
But I rather manufacture
A party to like me for what i am
For all the rest I don't give a d***
I wanna be for real for what it's worth
I wanna be down to earth givin'
What I feel inside, not the things that money buys
I'll play for keep but I'll play
Right, that's why I just stand and fight
So all you played actors and fak?s
Let me show you what it takes
I'm just on? of a three men band
And we're back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand

Goin' back cause when I'm on track we're
Gonna dance some party hard, yeah
Cause I'm dealin' and feelin'
So wheel in and feel in
You can't touch the ceiling, yes
Cause the rhythm takes your soul
Makes you loose control, so
If you've got second thoughts you betta pack
Cause time is what I lack
Time to make you see
I'm not doing this for me
This is all for you so help me out
Get down and shout, yo!
Yes the rest is up to you
It ain't hard just try to do
What you do best when you hear me go
On the doper's flow, Joe
I won't settle for any less
Do your best but I must confess
I am the type so hard to breeze I ill
Like a cold disease
So move your body from left to right
If you can, stay out of sight
If you can't, come on, take a stand
Cause we're back by dope demand

Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Gettin' low, feelin' high
Like you're gonna fly
Into the sky over the top
Till the music drops
You know what I mean
That feeling, hard to stop dealin'
Just to show who the hell you are dealing with
It's the man with the mastermind
One in a zillion, hard to find
Fusin' with a hard to beat track
Sting with the bee so I never look back
F****** up that's a figure of speach
Meaning the opposite's outta reach
Right you' all, that's what I'm saying
The cuts and even the words I'm just playin'
Rhyme, the lyrics, all start to dance
We're back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand
Back by dope demand

Back by dope demand