Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrection

Damn again up on track again
[Incomprehensible] 'round the
Some of y'all again, it got dark
On your get set, out of sight 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
for your mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' ass times
No more disses, repeated hook lines and
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 bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the big times and Alzheimer's
the pill while 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 [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] that clock

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

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

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

Have goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you now, blue cow
now, black cow, word to birds
Word to bird, word to bird

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, my soul be at
Star spelled is rats, let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the with these industry cats

One forward two steps back
Making claiming habitats, ratta tat tat
Wish you could back the hands of time
And get mental, pop the eight 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 know the suckers be hidden

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

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

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

Ya know I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo, Masta I want you to put one up in 'em son
And 'em you ain't done son
'em with 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 punishable
For who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and live
fell victim to the wisdom

I mastered sex, the ovulates
The mic like gland impregnates
Onto the the pain pours
Or the love of my brother hurts just the same

Fuck fame, my gun I bust to
are insidious baffles and eludes
Those who the God as anti-social
Chose not to apply their eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate, fatal
What will enable a man to

And you can that and put that
On the back of brain son
Coming to you from Masta Killa
Ain't iller

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

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