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Damn back again up on track
[Incomprehensible] the bend
Some of black again, it got dark
On mark get set, out of sight out of mind

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

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass
No disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'
full of doris' got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the

Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another song
It's the R&B strangler noise in the wranglers
all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
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 bitch
what like Tony [Incomprehensible]
They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around 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 from the Paparazzi

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

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

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

One on one, hard like cards
Behold the one man million man
Takes a nation, 400 violation
no power in this happy hour

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

One step forward two steps
habits claiming habitats, ratta 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, 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 with some sense
PE got more jewels than presidents
The devil try to get me cross a crucifix
But I'm focused on the vultures a local locust

New world order is goin' down, gettin'
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, eight no jokin'
We out smokin'
And for all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking, you're
Ayyo, 1-2, I've got my man
That's to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya what I'm saying, ayyo 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 down beneath the J line
Slumped in the incline mind travels
Beyond the shell which holds the
Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the humble

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

I mastered sex, the track
The mic like prostate gland
Onto the paper the pours
Or the love of my brother hurts just the same

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

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

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

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