Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

Ain't wrong but wait, fuck 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 up in Brazil

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 of Davis that kidnap
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, when the Feds come and doom your
Cracker in the back, don't you it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the here to save you

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

Have everything haywire
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
Word to bird, to bird nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We coming out
And for all y'all that's been on us
You're lacking, lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, 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 'em you ain't done 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 which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

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

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

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
Moods are baffles and eludes
who label the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply their eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, it's
What enable a man to levitate

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

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

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