Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

Good news in fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, hook lines and chorus'
Days 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 times and
Shot the while I drop skills up in Brazil

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

Lord save us 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
the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi

Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and 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, it's going down baby, it's down 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 haywire
You laughed let's see you laugh now, blue cow
Hell now, cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to bird

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

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

One step forward two steps
Making claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the tape eight track 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' the beginnin'
You know the hand be hidden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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