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

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

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

nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the pill I drop skills up in Brazil

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

save us from that sword of Davis that 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 come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the same
in the game here to save you

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the mouth 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 suckers be hidden

Intense, knocking your block some sense
PE got more than 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 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, nine no jokin'
We coming out
And for all y'all been sleeping on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
That's about to 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 broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the position mind travels
Beyond the which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most

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

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

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

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

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

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