| Ring the alarm, get on the horn and inform
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| Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne
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| That the funk phenomenon has been reborn and transformed
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| You coulda sworn that you wasn’t warned 'cause we was
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| Trapped in the box that rap had spawned
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| It was a square until we kicked it to an octagon
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| We gotten strong from the pain it’s undergone
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| Whereupon we kill the beat when the mic ain’t on
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| That’s my motherfuckin' procedure
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| I’m cold with the flow I will freeze ya
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| I’m the emperor, I’m Caesar
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| Can somebody tell me where the MCs are?
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| I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I’m on ER
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| Lyrically gang bang 'cause I’m behind bars
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| And rearrange DNA, play like God
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| I bring it back
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| It’s dang credible, original, strong individual
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| Send a million decibels of sound through your physical
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| Alligator ritual turns out it was the visual
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| Proficient with the lyrical, a vision like a miracle
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| Damage all you mumblin' MCs rhyming 'bout decimal
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| Increasing no residual, why you still remain minimal
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| Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
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| Do not try to bite because my shit is not edible
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| Rhyme unforgettable like Nat King Cole
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| You can feel it on your neck like you in a chokehold
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| Unfold the mystery, unload the BEP
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| Bangin' on your speakers while you haters wait impatiently
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| What would be the next step? |
| Next move on set?
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| Betting that it’s over, but we haven’t even started yet
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| More shit, raw shit, complex, intricate
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| Resurrect the bitch and bring it back like this
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| Back to life, back to life
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| One show, Jay go for the gusto
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| On a boat full of dope, goin' up flow
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| Ali when I float it’s a KO
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| Face to the flo', gonna hit 'em with the payload
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| MOAB got 'em runnin' like Usain Bolt
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| Started lowdown, now I’m in they download
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| Slice through you slo-mo's like a Lambo
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| Runnin' through these levels like I’m playing with a cheat code
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| Left right, left right, BEP mode
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| Stop, roll back on my dope shit
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| Pablo, white Esco mine shinin' like I’m Destro
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| Back to life with this death manifesto
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| Yeah, Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas, in your area
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| Yeah, Nas, Nas, in your area
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| (Back to life)
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| Fat boy had a nigga makin' noise 'til midnight
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| Then that 'gac poison and got us a fist fight
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| Hat low in a Regal, crack sold in that diesel
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| Pack corners, gat pointed at people, know how beef do
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| Can’t afford a funeral never
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| Mortician have your man face lookin' like leather
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| Have you walkin' out the wake shook and shiverin'
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| Lookin' so different from when he was just livin' man
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| Another 40-side killin', man
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| North side in the sixteenth building and
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| I’m on the corporate side, still pull off a New York walk by
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| Keep tryin' talk fly
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| I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
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| Poetic fertilizer that’s lyrical shit
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| Hip-hop die but we resurrect it
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| Yeah bring it back, that mystic linguistic
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| Bring it back
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| It’s a resur-re-rection bring it back
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| It’s a resur-re-rection bring it back
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| It’s a resur-re-rection bring it back
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| Bring it back (Back to life)
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| Bring it back, bring it back
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| It’s a resur-re-rection bring it back
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| (Back to life) Bring it (Back to life)
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| Bring it (Back to life)
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| Bring it (Back to life)
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| Yo, resur-re-rection, yeah
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| Reassemblin' bringing it back with the pen, yeah
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| It all depends how I be feelin' when I descend
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| I’m prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem
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| Look at them tremblin' when I stomp in Timberlan'
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| Boots, I come through and scoop you feminine
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| Vibration, we penetratin' your skeleton
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| Reanimation we bringin' it back again
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| Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothin'
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| Then the struggle to erase any proof that I came from sufferin'
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| Now they hate I survived every trick by hustlin'
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| I stay on my G, we don’t cease fire, all die
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| Get your whole family hogtied
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| Nigga, you small fries
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| And you never should have started beef
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| You know I can’t fall back like Ferrari seats
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| I’m in the mask, all black, black hoodie and gloves
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| Strap with the fully, dutch full of bud
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| I’m on that Hpnotiq and Goose
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| And I ain’t gotta shoot
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| I’ll have your ass hangin' high from a noose, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BACK 2 HIPHOP, artist - Black Eyed Peas. Album song MASTERS OF THE SUN VOL. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп