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Damn back again up on again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
of y'all black again, it got dark
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
Lack of rhymes, punch lines
Battle for your mind like and Palestine

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

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

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

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

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom party
Cracker in the back, don't you know Illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the same
in the game here to save you

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

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

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

Hazardous, no you like Lazarus
Just black baby, where my be at
spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with industry cats

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

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

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

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

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

Ya what 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 with the back of the gun son, 'em run son

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

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

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic prostate gland impregnates
the paper the pain pours
Or the of my brother that hurts just the same

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

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

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

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