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Damn back again up on track
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of y'all 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, punch lines
Battle for your mind like and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No disses, repeated 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
the R&B strangler 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 switch
psych it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I to [Incomprehensible] around that clock

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

Lodi dodi, when the come and doom your party
in the back, don't you know it's 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 going family
my word, we gettin' ready to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros, you what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin'

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

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

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

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

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

New world is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
it with Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't changed PE we be the same crew boy

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

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you done son
Ball 'em the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

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

But punishable
For those who are unlawful to
I to stay alive and live this
fell victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pain
Or the of my brother that hurts just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I to maintain
Moods are insidious and eludes
who label the God as anti-social
Chose not to their third eye
I at the speed 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 in full effect
the year 2000
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make head fat boy

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