Testo della canzone BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas) (The Black Eyed Peas feat. Nas), tratta dall'album MASTERS OF THE SUN VOL. 1

BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas) - The Black Eyed Peas feat. Nas

Ing 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 MC's 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 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 the 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' MC's 'rounded by decimal
And christen a residual, why you still remain minimal
Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
Do not try to bite 'cause 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 waiting patiently
What would be the next step, next move on set
Betting that it's over but we haven't even started yet
More check, raw check, 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 hey 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 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 escro 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
Then had yak 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 leather
I'll be walkin' out the wig shop considering
Lookin' so different from when he was just livin' man
Another 40 side killin' man
North side in the sixteenth buildin' an
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 and 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-rap-rection bring it back
(Back to life) Bring it (Back to life)
Bring it (Back to life)
Bring it (Back to life)

Yo, resur-rap-rection, yeah
Re-assembellin' 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 stomp in Timbalan'
Boots, I com through and scope you feminine
Vibration, we penatratin' your skeleton
Re-animation we bringin' it back again
Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothin'
Then struggle to erase any proof that I came from sufferin'
Now they hate I survived every trick by huslin'
I stay on my G, we don't cease fire or die
Get your whole family hog tied
Nigga you small fries
Never should have started beef
You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats
I'm in the max all black, black hoodie 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
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Allan Pineda, Gary Grice, Robert Diggs, Nasir Jones, Michael Mchenry, Jesse Weaver, William Adams, Lee Morgan, Simon Law, Joshua Alvarez, Caron Wheeler, Paul Hooper, Trevor Romeo, Taboo
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