Resurrection Lyrics

Resurrection lyrics

Damn back again up on track again

[Incomprehensible] 'round the bend

Some of y'all black again, it got dark

On your mark get set, out of sight out of mind



Hypocrites forget like marionettes, strings in the back like nets

The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death

Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch lines

Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine



Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times

No more disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'

Days full of doris' got issues and wishes

Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses



Ain't nothin' wrong but wait, fuck another love song

It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the wranglers

Rock all the heads big times and Alzheimer's

Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil



Now the pitch, time for a label switch

They psych it, I put the roof up on top of this bitch

Guess what like Tony [Incomprehensible]

They forgot, I used to [Incomprehensible] around that clock



Lord save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap

Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap

Put my soul in it, careless about the gold in it

Boom the shotty, got 'em running from the Paparazzi



Lodi dodi, when the Feds come and doom your party

Cracker in the back, don't you know it's Illuminati

Ain't nothing changed, PE we be the same crew

Resurrection in the game here to save you



Yo, it's going down baby, it's going down family

That's my word, we gettin' ready to turn this shit

To the two and three zeros, you know what I'm sayin'

Have all the clocks goin' backwards



Have everything goin' haywire

You laughed before let's see you laugh now, blue cow

Hell now, black cow, word to birds

Word to bird, word to bird nigga



One on one, hard like tarot cards

Behold the one man million man march

Takes a nation, 400 year violation

Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour



Hazardous, no you don't like Lazarus

Just black baby, where my soul be at

Star spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap

I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats



One step forward two steps back

Making habits claiming habitats, ratta tat tat

Wish you could turn back the hands of time

And get mental, pop the tape eight track Lincoln Continental



I'm the mouth that roared, swore to the Lord

The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword

The forbidden, the six man be sinnin' from the beginnin'

You know the suckers hand be hidden



Intense, knocking your block with some sense

PE got more jewels than dead presidents

The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix

But I'm focused on the vultures like a local locust



New world order is goin' down, gettin' 'round

I'm as spooked as that by the sound

Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new Saigon

Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy



Yeah, that's right, nine eight no jokin'

We coming out smokin'

And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us

You're lacking, you're lacking

Ayyo, check 1-2, I've got my man

That's about to sneak up on you and your crew



Ya know what I'm saying, ayyo check 1-2

Ayyo,  Masta Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son

And show 'em you ain't done son

Ball 'em with the back of the gun son, make 'em run son



Sliding down broadway beneath the J line

Slumped in the incline position mind travels

Beyond the shell which holds the soul

Controlled by the Allah, I'll be the most humble



But also punishable

For those who are unlawful to righteousness

I strive to stay alive and live this

Many fell victim to the wisdom



I mastered sex, the track ovulates

The mic like prostate gland impregnates

Onto the paper the pain pours

Or the love of my brother that hurts just the same



Fuck fame, my gun I bust to maintain

Moods are insidious baffles and eludes

Those who label the God as anti-social

Chose not to apply their third eye

I travel at the speed of thought rate, it's fatal

What will enable a man to levitate



And you can take that and put that

On the back of your brain son

Coming straight to you from Masta Killa

Ain't nottin'  iller



I told you PE is still in full effect

Beyond the year 2000

We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know that

To make your head fat boy



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