Public Enemy
He Got Game soundtrack
Resurrection
(featuring Masta Killa)
[Chuck D]
Damn back again, uh, on track again
2G aroound 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 laughed themselves to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch lines
Battle for your mind like Israel and Palastine
Good news there's some fuckin hard ass times
No more disses, repeated hook lines and choruses
Days full of Doris's, 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 bringin noise in the Wrangler
Rock all the heads, big timers and alzheimers
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Now the pitch, time for a label switch
Things I get, I put the roof up on top this bitch
Death what, like Tony get back rubbed
They forgot I used to put the fuck up out that glock
Lord save us from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks, beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, care less about the gold in it
Boom the shottie, got em runnin from the paparazzi
Ladi dadi when the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's Illuminati
Ain't nothin changed, PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game we here to save you
[Flavor Flav]
Yo it's goin down baby, it's goin down family
That's my word
We gettin ready to turn this shit to the 2 and three zeros youknowI'msayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards, have everything goin haywire
You laughed 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
Hazardous, no you don't like Lazarus
Just black baby, where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats
Let bruh man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
One step forward, two steps back
Making habits claimin 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 beginning you know the suckers hand be hidden
Intense, knockin 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 vultures like a loco locust
New World Order is goin down, gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
Fuckin with Saddam will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothin changed PE we be the same crew
[Flavor Flav]
Boy, yeah that's right, 9-8
No jokin, we comin out smokin
And for all y'all that's been sleepin on us
You're lackin, you're lackin
Hey yo check one-two
I've got my man that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
YouknowwhatI'msayin
Hey yo check one-two
Hey yo 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]
Slidin 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 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 six
The track ovulates
The mic like prostate gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pain pours
For the love for 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
Choose not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate it's fatal
What will enable a man to levitate
[Flavor Flav]
And you can take that and put that on the back of your brain son
Comin straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't nuthin iller
I told you PE is still in full effect beyond the year 2000
We ain't takin no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your head fat boy
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