Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

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

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

nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song
It's the R&B bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in

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

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

dodi, when the Feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the game here to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, nine no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all that's 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, Masta Killa I 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 position mind travels
Beyond the shell holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah, be the most humble

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

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

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
Moods are baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply third 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 back of brain son
straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't iller

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

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