Public Enemy, Masta Killa - Resurrection Lyrics

Damn back again up on track again
? 'round 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' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full 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 brand strangler bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch time for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock

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 careless about the gold in it
Boom the shotty got 'em running from the paparazzi

Lodi dodi 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

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 you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin' backwards

Have everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you laugh now blue cow
Hell now black cow word to birds
Word to bird word to bird nigga

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 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 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 beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be hidden

Intense 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'm focused on the vultures like a local locust

New world order is goin' down gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy

Yeah that's right nine eight no jokin'
We coming out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking you're lacking
Ayyo check 1-2 I've got my man
That's about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo 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

Sliding 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'll be the 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 sex the track ovulates
The mic like prostate gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pain pours
Or the love of 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
Chose not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate it's fatal
What will enable a man to levitate

And you can take that and put that
On the back of your brain son
Coming straight to you from masta killa
Ain't nothin' iller

I told you pe is still in full effect
Beyond the year two thousand
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your head fat boy

Damn back again up on track again
? 'round 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' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine

Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full 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 brand strangler bringing noise in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and Alzheimer's
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil

Now the pitch time for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock

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 careless about the gold in it
Boom the shotty got 'em running from the paparazzi

Lodi dodi 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

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 you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin' backwards

Have everything goin' haywire
You laughed before let's see you laugh now blue cow
Hell now black cow word to birds
Word to bird word to bird nigga

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 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 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 beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be hidden

Intense 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'm focused on the vultures like a local locust

New world order is goin' down gettin' 'round
I'm as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy

Yeah that's right nine eight no jokin'
We coming out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking you're lacking
Ayyo check 1-2 I've got my man
That's about to sneak up on you and your crew

Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo 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

Sliding 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'll be the 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 sex the track ovulates
The mic like prostate gland impregnates
Onto the paper the pain pours
Or the love of 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
Chose not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate it's fatal
What will enable a man to levitate

And you can take that and put that
On the back of your brain son
Coming straight to you from masta killa
Ain't nothin' iller

I told you pe is still in full effect
Beyond the year two thousand
We ain't taking no shorts and y'all need to know that
To make your head fat boy