[Verse 1]
Gotta drop these rhymes
I can only do one at a time
You ain't no dime
Now everyday I got it locked down on the fly
I mean literally on the fly
911 on the track airplanes up in the sky
So you like to drive cars
That Porsche 911 will get you behind them bars
You might find it cute
Like the boys in Beirut
But there's one I can't fathom
Feelings that are random
Who was thinking that he had em
Always acting like a madam
Now is it even Ramadan
Had me thinking he's part of the Taliban
Left me in grade 9 hanging
Thought we were pals but now Im understanding-
How the story go
Basically a beef between bulls in a rodeo
We both met in grade seven
In trouble for missing a lesson
Gotta say it was the opposite of heaven
Met in grade eight with the same impression
Gotta save that weapon
Pull it out o threaten
Homies who be messin'
But I had to strengthen
For the injection
Of the infection
Of the man that left for attention
[Chorus]
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
[Verse 2]
You gotta face the facts
Your game is whack
You may talk big
But I always dissed you at the crib
No respect for your culture right
That's what happens when you try to pick a fight
You had your chance but now that's past
You stopped talking when I spoke real fast
There was a time
We were in are prime
With a 10 and 5
And a fake and drive
But now you's a snitch
I guess so am I
But you throw your homies into a ditch
As soon as they realize a rip in the stitch
So you trash my car just cause it's silver
You wanna fight but you's Anderson Silva
I'm Chris Weidman of this battle
So you can go ahead and tattle
Imma rip you up for no charge of service
You think it's funny but now you're nervous
That's one on one
Person to Person
Cause after this, there's only one version
You find me annoying
You think I'm toying
But I guess I'm enjoying
Me ripping on you flat out trolling
[Chorus]
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
[Verse 3]
All I hear is this stuff you been chit-chatting
Making wishes to a genie just like Aladdin
This last verse is just real simple
I'll tell you the truth and then smash the symbol
You've been acting like a dick
You go "0 to 100" real quick
Acting like a prick who just lost his chick
We used to have that click
But now we just have our cliques
So change the way you act punk
Cause your game can end in just one dunk
This may be a diss track
But what you pulled there was extremely whack
Get ready cause there ain't no part two
No "Back to Back" just a one and thru
From No Right to Back To Beirut
I gotta give a salute to the brother that I knew
It feels like I just flew
This ain't no group attack it's personal
We got no guns like Arsenal
We hung out a lot
We both got caught
We even forgot
The important plot
But one last time Imma say it again
I sure do wish we were friends
But it looks like your magic carpet has taken a turn
Cause after this you are about to feel a "Whole New World"
[Chorus]
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
Back, back to Beirut
You're going back, back to Beirut
