BACK 2 HIPHOP

(album: MASTERS OF THE SUN VOL. 1 - 2018)

[Will.I.am:]
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 motherfucking 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

[Apl.de.ap:]
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 mumbling 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 chokehold
Unfold the mystery, unload the BEP
Banging 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

[Taboo:]
One show, Jay go for the gusto
On a boat full of dope, going up flow
Ali when I float it's a KO
Face to the flo', gonna hit 'em with the payload
MOAB got 'em running like Usain Bolt
Started lowdown, now I'm in they download
Slice through you slo-mo's like a Lambo
Running through these levels like I'm playing with a cheat code
Left right, left right, BEP mode
Stop, roll back on my dope shit
Pablo, white Esco mine shining 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)

[Nas:]
Fat boy had a nigga making noise 'til midnight
Then that 'gac poison and got us a fist fight
Hat low in a Regal, crack sold in that diesel
Pack corners, gat pointed at people, know how beef do
Can't afford a funeral never
Mortician have your man face looking like leather
Have you walking out the wake shook and shivering
Looking so different from when he was just living man
Another 40-side killing, man
North side in the sixteenth building and
I'm on the corporate side, still pull off a New York walk by
Keep trying talk fly

[Will.I.am:]
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)
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
Reassembling bringing it back with the pen, yeah
It all depends how I be feeling when I descend
I'm prolly gonna go Kamikaze like Eminem
Look at them trembling when I stomp in Timberlan'
Boots, I come through and scoop you feminine
Vibration, we penetrating your skeleton
Reanimation we bringing it back again

[Nas:]
Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothing
Then the struggle to erase any proof that I came from suffering
Now they hate I survived every trick by hustling
I stay on my G, we don't cease fire, all die
Get your whole family hogtied
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 mask, all black, black hoodie and gloves
Strap with the fully, dutch full of bud
I'm on that Hpnotiq and Goose
And I ain't gotta shoot
I'll have your ass hanging high from a noose, yeah