Analysis of fuck the world back

it's never about who is the best or who has the greatest beats, it's always been about if you can bounce the beat and let it repeat and  let it take you higher while your sittin on your seat,
how far can you reach as the voice echoes through the streets and the hollow silence creeps in when your gone,
how many times do i got to tell ya, it's not about who's got the beat its about can you keep yourself up on your seat when your creating a feeling with a method that humms and feels like it can be spoken to god as a hymn cause it's like opening up a door and a conversation to heaven
slip n slide slip n slide
the mind trips and tries to get a grip
but all i can think of is
slip n slide slip n slide
how many times did i lose my mind, i hate to count when it get's personal and the target is pressed against you and your wishing you could pull some monkey ass shit out  like bugz bunny
but it's never funny when your against the world standing like a fire in a blizzard and the odds are against you
but some how i hear his voice and i rejoice
recharged and ready to fuck the whole world back
im so ready to fuck the world back
so you think your under attack well you haven't seen pain until you sit next to your savior cause the blood tales never end when the fool and the rebel join forces
slip n slide slip n slide
how many times have you lost your way and lost your mind
start counting and start forgetting its just another phase
just another day living in the beat that holds the method and the key and it will shed the light and veil
you can always depend on human betrayal
zip that crap up cause i'm gonna fuck the world back
hoppin on top of the world as i drop a beat that moves your feet as we begin to understand the beauty that hides within
oh know here it goes again
slip n slide slip n slide
i lost my mind again in this world of madness
just follow the beat back home
standing at the gates of light shining bright
tonight i have found my soul so i'm gonna fuck the world back like a heart attack droppin F bombs and looking for the hymn of life as i bounce back into the beat and don't forget it ain't about the beat
it's about who;s sittin in the seat above you looking down
cause the last thing you need is hell fire while i'm fucking back the world, drop the beat drop the seat drop the method cause shits about to get wild
no doubt all that is happening in that head is a game of ping pong cause you forgot to sing along