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Damn back again up on track
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your get set, out of sight out of mind

Hypocrites forget marionettes, strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to
Lack of rhymes, punch lines
Battle for your mind like and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass
No disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but paid up off the misses

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
Rock all the big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in

Now the pitch, time for a label
They psych it, I put the up on top of this bitch
Guess what like Tony
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] that clock

Lord save us from that sword of Davis that
Hip hop and the beats in the game of rap
Put my in it, careless about the gold in it
Boom the shotty, got 'em running the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

Yo, it's going down baby, it's down family
That's my word, we ready to turn this shit
To the two and zeros, you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the goin' backwards

everything goin' haywire
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, to birds
to bird, word to bird nigga

One on one, hard like tarot
Behold the one man man march
a nation, 400 year violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

Hazardous, no you don't like
black baby, where my soul be at
Star backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry

One forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats, tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of
And get mental, pop the tape eight track Lincoln

I'm the that roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' the beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be

Intense, your block with some sense
PE got more jewels dead presidents
The devil try to get me like a crucifix
But I'm on the vultures like a local locust

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the crew boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
That's about to sneak up on you and your

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em with the of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
the shell which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

But also
For those who are unlawful to
I strive to stay alive and this
Many fell victim to the

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the the pain pours
Or the of my brother that hurts just the same

fame, my gun I bust to maintain
Moods are insidious and eludes
who label the God as anti-social
Chose not to their third eye
I travel at the of thought rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

And you can that and put that
On the of your brain son
Coming straight to you Masta Killa
Ain't nottin'

I told you PE is in full effect
Beyond the 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to that
To your head fat boy

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