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Correct Back From The Dead Lyrics
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Correct Back From The Dead
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[Intro] Musical Dope Come here? i know who you are I heard you were dead Yessir, church Live from your screen? Death is the final stage of your body The absolute moment There is no turning back [Verse 1: Thes One] Back from the fuckin’ dead Our bodies, dead bodies Underground can’t rest my head Resurrect ‘em, collect them ashes That’s just what they said We in the cloud now streamin’ cities of angels Double teamin’ these demons El Niño them acid rain drops And blow your head with my return The fans have gone and emptied out the urn Well your reward is I’m the Lord Radio rockin’ through your ouija boards Lock your doors Resurrected the People want the P and encore Well you got it. Furthermore I’m lightly seasoned with that voodoo C.T.I and the kudu I walk with that soul strut, carry that golden era A legend with no credit rap music vetted Yogi Berra Brother boom I move that rock out in front of the tomb Floatin’ through a lagoon of purgatorius goons Tryin’ to make it back because you demand it I tried to get some rest But you seance that rad shit Well, collect your moonlit trinkets Totems, candles and talismans The rebirth from the earth And the dawn of man Poetry, poetry over rhythm We give em' oral tradition Reminiscing of that mota? Modern day Atahualpa Thes one that last inca Sin falta y sin parar And so far with the star That continues to shine Up from afar up in the sky Constellation Mike and Chris Never die regenesis about the chrysalis I feel like fuckin’ Sisyphus [Hook] We back from the dead I said we back from the dead You know we back from the dead I guess we back from the dead We back from the dead [Verse 2: Double K] Poor sucker thought they had the brother under But I’m harder than a snare, no intensive care Brought the other side, let me show you what it look like He was comin’ home late night probably on his dirt bike But I was chillin, livin’ ghetto lavish Joints was passin’ good music we laughin’ Then bang, I woke up with a sheet of fresh rhymes Gin and lime, never committed a crime Except, me and the homie still active Attractin’ danger, attractive, movin’ through traffic When you see us in the rehearse Your mind reverse, pay attention to the verse I’m a b-boy and we don’t die Some join the military and some smoke fry But the P, we arise Cremation of character The spirit we’re scarin’ ya I’m back on my mic right Writin’ my name It’s lame in the same game Blue and blue, blue and black, yo it's the same thing I rock with my nigga [?] and he don’t trip Thes One on the bullshit? Nah, he don’t trip Mike T, I got some pizza and that part 2 shit Who want a fat lip speakin’ on that holy ghost You heard what I said, Thes and Double, we back from the dead You heard what I said, Thes and Double, we back from the dead [Hook] We back from the dead I said we back from the dead You know we back from the dead I guess we back from the dead We back from the dead
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