Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips The year was grey, 1991 Scientific project, escaped from Kazakhstan I am married to those beats, wheres my number one fan Half human, half machine, not a real fucking human being Can't cry, only hope. Can't smile, so I smoke Without a wolfpack, a loner, my mood getting colder I'm only 21 but my mind is older Gonna live large, die young, most insane This flow hit hard like Kurt Cobain Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips Once upon a time not long ago Came out white dynamite You never heard of me before I don't live by the gun I live by the ton Smoke all that shit flush it down with the rum As I sit in my dark room Make music like I'm dracula Out of fresh blood, going fucking smackula I may be young but I'm definitely ready I'm getting kind of heavy So I outburst, a fat dose as I converse Metaphor after metaphor, soon I talk in reverse As I come back straight with a combat Paint pictures with my words, so they call me abstract Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips Tommy, Tommy...