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      Public enemy