Reanimation

[Chorus] It's the Gift, uh-huh Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh) It's the Chief, uh-huh Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh) Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines Borderline Einstein, horrifying times Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right Photo light images Yoda might bite Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite