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

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

news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, repeated hook and chorus'
Days full of doris' got issues and
Got the jam but gettin' 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 big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill I drop skills up in Brazil

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

Lord save us from 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 from the

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

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

Have everything goin'
You laughed before see you laugh now, blue cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to nigga

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

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

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

I'm the mouth 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 the suckers hand be hidden

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

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

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

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

Sliding broadway beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline position travels
the shell which holds 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 fell to the wisdom

I sex, the track ovulates
The mic prostate gland impregnates
Onto the the pain pours
Or the love of my 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 apply their eye
I travel at the speed of rate, it's fatal
will enable a man to levitate

And you can take that and put
On the of your brain son
Coming to you from Masta Killa
nottin' iller

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

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