Back 2 Hiphop (Feat. Nas)

Black Eyed Peas

  • 																					Ring 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 the box that rap had spawned
    It was a square until we kicked it 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 MCs are?
    I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate
    Like I'm on ER
    Lyrically 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 dang 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' MCs rhyming 'bout decimal
    Increasing no residual, why you still remain minimal
    Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
    Do not try to bite because 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 wait impatiently
    What would be the next step, next move on set
    Better yet than be on Super Bowl
    We haven't even started yet
    More shit, raw shit, 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, Joe go for the gusto
    On a boat full of dope, goin' up flow
    Ali when I float it's a KO
    Face to the flo', 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'm playing with a cheat code
    Left right, left right, BEP mode
    Stop, roll back on my dope shit
    Pablo, white Esco mine shinin' like I'm Destro
    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 that 'gac poison and got us a fist fight
    Hat low in a Regal, cracks all 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 way shook and shiverin'
    Lookin' so different from when he was just livin' man
    Another 40-side killer, man
    North side in the sixteenth building and
    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 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-re-rection bring it back
    (Back to life) Bring it (Back to life)
    Bring it (Back to life)
    Bring it (Back to life)

    Yo, resur-re-rection, yeah
    Reassemblin' bringing it back with the pen, yeah
    It all depends how I be feelin' when I descend
    I'm prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem
    Look at them tremblin' when I stomp inn Timberlan'
    Boots, I come through and scoop you feminine
    Vibration, we penetratin' your skeleton
    Reanimation we bringin' it back again

    Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothin'
    Then the struggle to erase any proof that I came from suffrin'
    Now they hate I survived every trick by hustlin'
    I stay on my G, we don't cease fire or die
    Get your whole family hog tied
    Nigga you small fries
    And you never should have started beef
    You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats
    I'm in the mass, all black, black hoodie and gloves
    Strap with the fully, dutch full of bud
    I'm on that Hypnotic and Goose
    And I ain't gotta shoot
    I'll have you ass hangin' high from a noose, yeah

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