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 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 MCs 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 |T
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
Professional with the lyrical, [?] like a mircale
Damage all your mumbelin' I'm just surrounded by [?]
Christen [?] residual, why your surrounded by your minimal
Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
Do not try to bite because my shit's not edible
Rhyme unforgettable like Nat King Cole
You can feel it on your neck like you in a choke hold
Unsolve the mystery, unload the BEP
Bangin' on your speakers while you hear this [?]
What would be the next step, next move on set
Better yet [?] we havn't even started yet
[?] complex inter-care
Resurrect the [?] 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 [?] 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 low now I [?] download
[?] slow mode like a Lambo
Runnin' through these rebels like I got a cheat code
Left right, left right, bp mode
Stop, roll back on my dope shit
Pablo, white escro got 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
Better yet 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 lever
I'll be walkin' out the way shook and shiverin'
Lookin' so different from when he was just livin' man
Another 40 [?] killin' man
North side in the sixteenth village man
I'm on the [?] side
Still pull off, walk by still walk fly
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

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
Reasebellin' bring it back with the pen
That all depends how I be feelin' when I descend
I'm prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem
Look at them when I go stompin' in Timberlin's
Boots, I com through and scope you feminine
Vibration, we penatratin' your skeloton
Reanimation we bringin' it back again
Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made for nothin'
Then struggle that I raised to the proof I cam from somethin'
Now they hate I survived every trip by husltelin'
I stay on my G, we don't cease fire or die
Your whole family hog tied
With the small fries
Never should have started beef
You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats
I'm in the [?] all black, black [?] 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