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Damn again up on track again
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of y'all black again, it got
On your mark get set, out of out of mind

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

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

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, another love song
the R&B strangler bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big and Alzheimer's
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

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

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

Lodi dodi, when the come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, you know it's Illuminati
nothing changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game to save you

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the that roared, swore 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 your with some sense
PE got more jewels than presidents
The devil try to get me cross a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures like a local

New world order is goin' down, gettin'
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same boy

Yeah, that's right, eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all been sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
That's 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 'em you ain't done son
Ball 'em with the back of the gun son, 'em run son

Sliding down beneath the J line
in the incline position mind travels
Beyond the shell holds the soul
by the Allah, I'll be the most humble

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

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

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
Moods are insidious baffles and
Those who label the God as
Chose not to apply third eye
I travel at the speed of rate, it's fatal
What will a man to levitate

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

I told you PE is still in full
the year 2000
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to that
To make your fat boy

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