| Come here? |
| i know who you are
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| I heard you were dead
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| Yessir, church
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| Live from your screen?
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| Death is the final stage of your body
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| The absolute moment
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| There is no turning back
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| Back from the fuckin' dead
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| Our bodies, dead bodies
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| Underground can’t rest my head
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| Resurrect ‘em, collect them ashes
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| That’s just what they said
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| We in the cloud now streamin' cities of angels
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| Double teamin' these demons
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| El Niño them acid rain drops
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| And blow your head with my return
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| The fans have gone and emptied out the urn
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| Well your reward is I’m the Lord
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| Radio rockin' through your ouija boards
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| Lock your doors
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| Resurrected the People want the P and encore
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| Well you got it. |
| Furthermore
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| I’m lightly seasoned with that voodoo
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| C.T.I and the kudu
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| I walk with that soul strut, carry that golden era
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| A legend with no credit rap music vetted Yogi Berra
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| Brother boom I move that rock out in front of the tomb
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| Floatin' through a lagoon of purgatorius goons
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| Tryin' to make it back because you demand it
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| I tried to get some rest
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| But you seance that rad shit
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| Well, collect your moonlit trinkets
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| Totems, candles and talismans
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| The rebirth from the earth
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| And the dawn of man
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| Poetry, poetry over rhythm
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| We give em' oral tradition
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| Reminiscing of that mota?
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| Modern day Atahualpa
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| Thes one that last inca
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| Sin falta y sin parar
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| And so far with the star
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| That continues to shine
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| Up from afar up in the sky
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| Constellation Mike and Chris
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| Never die regenesis about the chrysalis
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| I feel like fuckin' Sisyphus
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| We back from the dead
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| I said we back from the dead
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| You know we back from the dead
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| I guess we back from the dead
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| We back from the dead
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| Poor sucker thought they had the brother under
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| But I’m harder than a snare, no intensive care
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| Brought the other side, let me show you what it look like
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| He was comin' home late night probably on his dirt bike
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| But I was chillin, livin' ghetto lavish
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| Joints was passin' good music we laughin'
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| Then bang, I woke up with a sheet of fresh rhymes
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| Gin and lime, never committed a crime
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| Except, me and the homie still active
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| Attractin' danger, attractive, movin' through traffic
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| When you see us in the rehearse
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| Your mind reverse, pay attention to the verse
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| I’m a b-boy and we don’t die
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| Some join the military and some smoke fry
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| But the P, we arise
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| Cremation of character
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| The spirit we’re scarin' ya
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| I’m back on my mic right
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| Writin' my name
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| It’s lame in the same game
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| Blue and blue, blue and black, yo it’s the same thing
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| I rock with my nigga and he don’t trip
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| Thes One on the bullshit? |
| Nah, he don’t trip
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| Mike T, I got some pizza and that part 2 shit
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| Who want a fat lip speakin' on that holy ghost
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| You heard what I said, Thes and Double, we back from the dead
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| You heard what I said, Thes and Double, we back from the dead
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| We back from the dead
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| I said we back from the dead
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| You know we back from the dead
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| I guess we back from the dead
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| We back from the dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back from the Dead , by - People Under The Stairs. Song from the album The Gettin' Off Stage, Step 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп