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

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

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

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

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

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

dodi, when the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know Illuminati
Ain't changed, PE we be the same crew
in the game here to save you

Yo, it's down baby, it's going down family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn this
To the two and zeros, you know what 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, to bird nigga

One on one, hard tarot cards
the one man million man march
Takes a nation, 400 violation
Apocalyptic no power in happy hour

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

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

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

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

New order is goin' down, gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new
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
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
That's to sneak up on you and your crew

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

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

But punishable
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay and live this
Many victim to the wisdom

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

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

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

I told you PE is still in full
Beyond the 2000
We taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your fat boy

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