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

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

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

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

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

Lord save us from sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the in the game 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 and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know Illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the crew
Resurrection in the game to save you

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

everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you now, blue cow
Hell now, black cow, word to
Word to bird, to bird nigga

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

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

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

I'm the mouth that roared, swore to the
The eye of hawk both 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 sense
PE got more jewels than presidents
The devil try to get me like a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures a local locust

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

Yeah, that's right, nine no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been on us
lacking, you're lacking
Ayyo, check 1-2, got my man
about 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
'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son

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

But punishable
For those who are to righteousness
I to stay alive and live this
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 brother hurts just the same

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

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

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

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