>The Return Lyrics[Intro]
Four bars, four stars in the night
Sadat X, Jazz Liberatorz, that's right
Yeah
[Verse 1]
The great dot is the captain, admiral, teacher
The number one New York boy, my man
How can this land stand without the cowboy?
What's foul boy?
You ever seen a man cry?
You ever had somebody close to you in your heart die?
Drop a tear out my eye
Then the babies is born and then you move on
I'm here to bring the groove back
Who's a smooth act and who's a theatrical star?
Who slipped under the radar but had strong finish?
It ain't let nothing diminish their craft
Who would stand in the aftermath when its ruins?
Compensate me for my doings with dollars and euros
Bury me in the can of heroes with them great ones
With them great kings, who know why the caged bird sings?
I do, that's why I always hold this shit true
[Chorus]
Who's next to get dropped?
Seen the rock, I'm like Seth in New York
Pass me a mic
It's the return
In the annals of fame
Who's next to get dropped?
I'm a genius
Don't compare me when you hear me
All I want to do is maintain my status
It's the return of the wild cowboy
[Verse 2]
The whole world is my hardwood
I got an international gaffle going
I'm mind blowing, don't mind showing
Anybody here should be knowing to die father, go father than the average battery life
My strife, I cut it with a sword
At this point, I'm ill afford
Nobody is ignored
The corners of the globe is calling, so y'all better fall in
Name your ranking and where you do banking
I'm the measure of a man
I'm a pleasure of a man
Don't try to figure my time span
I'm like them operas played from 200 years in the future
I'd probably be like ultra
I ain't mean to insult you
Either you in or out the bubble
Is your label facing trouble?
Will they drop you if you don't double?
Or will they throw you in the trash in New York we ran out of that hash?
[Chorus]
Who's next to get dropped?
Seen the rock, I'm like Seth in New York
Pass me a mic
It's the return
In the annals of fame
Who's next to get dropped?
I'm a genius
Don't compare me when you hear me
All I want to do is maintain my status
It's the return of the wild cowboy
[Verse 3]
The attention is flattering
By all means domestic, international, it's a great thing
It's an honor credited duly
I love it truly
Its my baby and I watched it grow
I'm the proud papa, but I'm still a showstopper
Vinyl to Serato, slow pace, staccato
[?] the African
I don't wanna be the man, just give me some land
And maybe I'll just go farm
Ya'know something with some old-world charm
New York is always going to be my arm and brain
But I hopped on a train in Paris, I wasn't hardly embarrassed
I seen the most beautiful dames
Might come back next year for the football games
Come back next year with a list full of names
Or come back next year with James Brown in the flames
[Chorus]
Who's next to get dropped?
Seen the rock, I'm like Seth in New York
Pass me a mic
It's the return
In the annals of fame
Who's next to get dropped?
I'm a genius
Don't compare me when you hear me
All I want to do is maintain my status
It's the return of the wild cowboy
[Outro]
That's right
Jazz Liberators and Sadat X, Wild Cowboy
Paris all the way to the Big Apple
That's right