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Artist: Black Eyed Peas f/ Nas
Album:  Masters of the Sun Vol. 1
Song:   Back 2 Hiphop
Typed by: Cedmaster3K


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, a 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 rhymin' 'bout decimal
Increasin' no residual, why you still remain minimal?
Maximize, utilize my brain 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 chokehold
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
Bettin' that it’s over but we haven't even started yet
More shit, raw shit, complex intricate
Resurrect the bitch and bring it back like this


One show, Jay go for the gusto
On a boat full of dope goin' up flow
Ali when I float, it's a K.O.
Face to the flo', gon' 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 playin' with a cheat code
Left, right, left, right, BEP mode
Saffold back on my dope shit, Pablo
White Esco, mine shinin' like I'm Destro
Back to life with this death manifesto

"Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas in your area"
"Yeah - Nas-Nas in your area"
"B-b-b-b-back to life"

Fatboy had a nigga makin' noise 'til midnight
Then that 'gnac poison had got us to fist fight
Hat low in a Regal, cracks all in that diesel
Pack corners, gat pointed at people, know how beef do
Can't afford a funeral never
Mortician have your man face lookin' like leather
Have you walkin' out the wake shook and shiverin'
Lookin' so different from when, he was just livin' man
Another 40 side killin' man
Northside in the 16 building and
I'm on the corporate side
Still pull off a New York walk by, keep tryna talk fly

[] + (Nas)
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot (yeah)
Poetic fertilizer, that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop died 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"}

[] + (Nas)
Yo, resur-re-rection (yeah)
Reassemblin', bringin' 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 in Timberlan'
boots, I come through and scoop your 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 sufferin'
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're 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 hanged high from a noose