Resurrection feat. Masta Killa

歌詞

Damn back again up on track again ? 'round the bend Some of y'all black again it got dark On your mark get set out of sight out of mind Hypocrites forget like marionettes strings in the back like nets The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times No more disses repeated hook lines and chorus' Days full of doris' got issues and wishes Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses Ain't nothin' wrong but wait fuck another love song It's the brand strangler bringing noise in the wranglers Rock all the heads big times and Alzheimer's Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil Now the pitch time for a label switch They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch Guess what like tony ? They forgot I used to ? around that clock Lord save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap Put my soul in it careless about the gold in it Boom the shotty got 'em running from the paparazzi Lodi dodi when the feds come and doom your party Cracker in the back don't you know it's Illuminati Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew Resurrection in the game here to save you Yo it's going down baby it's going down family That's my word we gettin' ready to turn this shit To the two and three zeros you know what I'm sayin' Have all the clocks goin' backwards Have everything goin' haywire You laughed before let's see you laugh now blue cow Hell now black cow word to birds Word to bird word to bird nigga One on one hard like tarot cards Behold the one man million man march Takes a nation 400 year violation Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour Hazardous no you don't like Lazarus Just black baby where my soul be at Star spelled backwards is rats let bra man rap I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats One step forward two steps back Making habits claiming habitats ratta tat tat Wish you could turn back the hands of time And get mental pop the tape eight track Lincoln continental I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword The forbidden the six man be sinnin' from the beginnin' You know the suckers hand be hidden Intense knocking your block with some sense Pe got more jewels than dead presidents The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix But I'm focused on the vultures like a local locust New world order is goin' down gettin' 'round I'm as spooked as that by the sound Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy Yeah that's right nine eight no jokin' We coming out smokin' And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us You're lacking you're lacking Ayyo check 1-2 I've got my man That's about to sneak up on you and your crew Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2 Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son And show 'em you ain't done son Ball 'em with the back of the gun son make 'em run son Sliding down Broadway beneath the j line Slumped in the incline position mind travels Beyond the shell which holds the soul Controlled by the Allah I'll be the most humble But also punishable For those who are unlawful to righteousness I strive to stay alive and live this Many fell victim to the wisdom I mastered sex the track ovulates The mic like prostate gland impregnates Onto the paper the pain pours Or the love of my brother that hurts just the same Fuck fame my gun I bust to maintain Moods are insidious baffles and eludes Those who label the god as anti-social Chose not to apply their third eye I travel at the speed of thought rate it's fatal What will enable a man to levitate And you can take that and put that On the back of your brain son Coming straight to you from masta killa Ain't nothin' iller I told you pe is still in full effect Beyond the year two thousand We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know that To make your head fat boy