Текст песни Public Enemy - Resurrection

He Got Game - OST / Его Игра - Саундтрек
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap
Исполнитель: Public Enemy
Альбом: He Got Game - OST / Его Игра - Саундтрек
Длительность: 04:20
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Chuck D: Damn back again up on track again Some of y'all black again it got dark On your mark get set Out of sight out of mind Hyprocites forget like marionettes Strings in the back like nets The chosen one who can laugh themselves to death Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines Battle for your mind Like Israel and Palastine Good news there is some hard ass times No more disses Repeated hook lines and chorus' Days 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 nosie in the wranglers Rock all the heads big times and alzheimers Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil Now the pitch 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 Care less about the gold in it Boom the shootie Got 'em running from the paparazzi Lodie dotie 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 Flava Flav: 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 Ya know what I'm sayin Have all the clocks goin backwards Have everything goin haywire You lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow How now black cow Word to bird Word to bird Word to bird nigga Chuck D: 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 Hazordus 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 track eight track lincoln contniental 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 sinning from the beginning The suckers hand be hidden Intesne 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 am focused on the vultures Like a loc of locusts New world order is goin down Gettin round I'm the spook that sat by the sound Fucking with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy Flava Flav: Yeah that's right Nine eight No joking We coming out smoking And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us You're lacking you're lacking Aiyo check 1-2 I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew Ya know what I'm saying Check 1-2 Aiyo 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 Masta Killa: Sliding down broadway beneath the j line Slumped in the incline position Mind travellin beyond the shell Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah I be 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 this The track ovulates the mic like prostate gland imperegnates Onto the paper the pain pours For the love of my brother that hurts just the same Fuck fame My gun I bust to maintain Moods are insiduous Baffels and eludes those who label the God being 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 levi
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