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Damn back again up on track
'round the bend
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like
The chosen one who laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless lines
Battle for your mind Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No more disses, hook lines and chorus'
Days full of doris' got and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the

nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch, time for a switch
They it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch
what like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

Lord save us from that sword of Davis that
Hip hop tracks and the in the game of rap
Put my in it, careless about the gold in it
the shotty, got 'em running from 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 same
Resurrection in the game to save you

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the mouth roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk live and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' from the
You the suckers hand be hidden

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

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

Yeah, right, nine eight no jokin'
We coming out
And for all that's been sleeping on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you done son
Ball 'em the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the shell holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the humble

But also
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and live
Many fell to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pain
Or the love of my brother hurts just the same

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

And you can take that and put
On the back of brain son
Coming straight to you from Masta
Ain't iller

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

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