Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

news in some fuckin' hard ass times
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 nothin' wrong but wait, fuck love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill I drop skills up in Brazil

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

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

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 same
Resurrection in the here to save you

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

Have goin' haywire
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 tarot cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 year
Apocalyptic no power in this hour

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

One step forward two steps
Making habits claiming habitats, tat tat
you could 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 both and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be from the beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be

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

New world is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
it with 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 been on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
That's to sneak up on you and your crew

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

Sliding down beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position mind
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

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

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like prostate gland
the paper the pain pours
Or the love of my brother that just the same

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

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

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

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