Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

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

Hypocrites forget like marionettes, in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless lines
Battle for your mind like 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 song
It's the R&B strangler bringing in the wranglers
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop up in Brazil

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

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

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

Yo, it's down baby, it's going down family
That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn shit
To the two and zeros, you know what I'm sayin'
all the clocks 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, hard 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
black baby, where my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these cats

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

I'm the mouth roared, swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk both and die by the sword
The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' from the
You know the suckers hand be

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

New world order is goin' down, 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the
Fuck it with Saddam I'll a new Saigon
Ain't changed PE we be the same crew boy

Yeah, that's right, nine eight no
We out smokin'
And for all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking, 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 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, be the most humble

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

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

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

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

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

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