BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas)

Lyrics

Ing the alarm
 Get on the horn and inform
 Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne
 That the funk phenomenon has been reborn
 And transformed
 You coulda sworn that you wasn't warned 'cause we was
 Trapped in a box of a rapper's pond
 It was a square to be kicked to an octagon
 We gotten' strong from the pain it's undergone
 Whereupon we kill the beat when the mic ain't on
 That's my motherfuckin' procedure
 I'm cold with the flow I will freeze ya
 I'm the emperor, I'm Caesar
 Can somebody tell me where the MC's are?
 I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER
 Lyrical gang bang 'cause I'm behind bars
 And rearrange DNA, play like God
 I bring it back
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 It's the credible, original, strong individual
 Send a million decibels of sound through your physical
 Alligator ritual turns out it was the visual
 Proficient with the lyrical, a vision like a miracle
 Damage all you mumblin' MC's 'rounded by decimal
 And christen a residual, why you still remain minimal
 Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
 Do not try to bite 'cause my shit is not edible
 Rhyme unforgettable like Nat King Cole
 You can feel it on your neck like you in a choke hold
 Unfold the mystery, unload the BEP
 Bangin' on your speakers while you haters waiting patiently
 What would be the next step, next move on set
 Betting that it's over but we haven't even started yet
 More check, raw check, complex intricate
 Resurrect the bitch and bring it back like this
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 Back to life, back to life
 One show hey go for the gusto
 On a boat, full of dope, goin' up flow
 Ali when I float it's a KO
 Faced with a flow, gonna hit 'em with the payload
 MOAB got 'em runnin' like Usain Bolt
 Started lowdown, now I'm in they download
 Slice through you slo-mo's like a Lambo
 Runnin' through these levels like I got a cheat code
 Left right, left right, bp mode
 Stop, roll back on my dope shit
 Pablo, white escro my genre like I'm Death Row
 Back to life with this death manifesto
 Yeah, Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas, in your area
 Yeah, Nas, Nas, in your area
 (Back to life)
 Fat boy had a nigga makin' noise 'til midnight
 Then had yak poison and got us a fist fight
 Hat low in a Regal, pretzel in that diesel
 Pack corners, gat pointed at people
 Know I beef dude
 Can't afford a funeral never
 Mortician have your man face lookin' like leather
 I'll be walkin' out the wig shop considering
 Lookin' so different from when he was just livin' man
 Another 40 side killin' man
 North side in the sixteenth buildin' an
 I'm on the corporate side, still pull off a New York walk by
 Keep tryin' talk fly
 I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
 Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
 Hip-hop die but we resurrect it
 Yeah bring it back, that mystic and linguistic
 Bring it back
 It's a resur-Re-rection bring it back
 It's a resur-re-rection bring it back
 It's a resur-re-rection bring it back
 Bring it back (Back to life)
 Bring it back, bring it back
 ♪
 It's a resur-rap-rection bring it back
 (Back to life) Bring it (Back to life)
 Bring it (Back to life)
 Bring it (Back to life)
 Yo, resur-rap-rection, yeah
 Re-assembellin' bring it back with the pen, yeah
 That all depends how I be feelin' when I descend
 I'm prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem
 Look at them tremblin' when I stomp in Timbalan'
 Boots, I com through and scope you feminine
 Vibration, we penatratin' your skeleton
 Re-animation we bringin' it back again
 Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothin'
 Then struggle to erase any proof that I came from sufferin'
 Now they hate I survived every trick by huslin'
 I stay on my G, we don't cease fire or die
 Get your whole family hog tied
 Nigga you small fries
 Never should have started beef
 You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats
 I'm in the max all black, black hoodie and gloves
 Strap with me fully, dutch for the bud
 I'm on that hypnotic induced
 I ain't gotta shot, I'll have you ass hangin' high from a noose
 Yeah
 

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Duration
05:18
Tempo
98 BPM

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