Black Eyed Peas, Nas2018年10月26日



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 ignore it so what we haven't even started yet

Mob shit, rob 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 got a cheat code

Left right, left right, bp mode

Stop, roll back on my dope shit

Pablo, white Esco might 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)Back

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' bring it back with the pen, yeah

That all depends how I be feelin' when I descend

I'm prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem

Look at them tremblin' when I go stompin' in Timberlan'

Boots, I come 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 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 mess 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