Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop up in Brazil

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

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

Lodi dodi, the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to you

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

Have everything goin'
You before let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word 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 Lazarus
Just baby, where my soul be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm in the back with these industry cats

One step forward two back
habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you turn back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the eight 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 know the suckers be hidden

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

New world order is down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll a new Saigon
nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy

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

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta Killa I you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't son
Ball 'em the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

Sliding down broadway beneath the J
Slumped in the incline position travels
Beyond the shell which the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

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

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

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
Moods are insidious baffles and
Those who label the God as
Chose not to apply third eye
I travel at the speed of rate, it's fatal
What will a man to levitate

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

I told you PE is still in effect
the year 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all to know that
To make your fat boy

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