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

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
all the heads 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 roof up on top of bitch
Guess like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that

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

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

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

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

One on one, hard like tarot
Behold the one man million man
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no power in this hour

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

One step forward two back
habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of
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' the beginnin'
You the suckers hand be hidden

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

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

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

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

Sliding down broadway beneath the J
in the incline position mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

But punishable
For those who are unlawful to
I to stay alive and live this
Many fell to the wisdom

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

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

And you can that and put that
On the back of your son
Coming straight to you from Masta
nottin' iller

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

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