BACK 2 HIPHOP (feat. Nas)

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 that'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 you

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 the 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 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?

Betting 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

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 flight, it's a K.O.

Face to the floor, 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-mos like a Lambo'

Running through these levels like I'm playin' 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 (B-b-b-back to life)

Fat boy had a **** makin' noise till midnight

Then that 'gnac poison that got us to 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 killin', man

North Side in the 16th 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 resurre-rection

Bring it back, it's a resurre-rection

Bring it back, it's a resurre-rection

Bring it back, bring it back (Back to life)

Back, bring it back

Bring it back, it's a resurre-rection

Bring it back (Back to life), bring it (Back to life)

Bring it (Back to life), bring it (Back to life)

Yo, resurre-rection, yeah

Reassemblin', bringin' it back with the pen, yeah

It all depends how I be feelin' when I descend

I'm probably gonna go kamikaze like Eminem

Look at them tremblin' when I stomp in Timberland

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 nothing

Then they 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

****, you small fries, and you never shoulda 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 the fully, Dutch full of bud

I'm on that Hypnotic and Goose, and I ain't gotta shoot

I'll have your ass hangin' high from a noose, yeah