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Damn back again up on again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
of y'all black again, it got dark
On your mark get set, out of sight out of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One step forward two back
Making claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you turn back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the tape eight track 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 hand be

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

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as as that by the sound
Fuck it 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 crew

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

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

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

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pain
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 apply their eye
I travel at the of thought rate, it's fatal
What will enable a man to

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

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

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