BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas)

BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas)

Black Eyed Peas



My Humps (Lil Jon Remix)

My Humps (Lil Jon Remix)

My Humps



Ring the alarm Get in 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 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 MCs are? I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER Lyrical gang bang cuz 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 [?] 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 [?] 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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