� Ring the alarm, get in the horn and inform Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne That the funk phenomenon has been reborn and transformed You could've sworn that you wasn't warned Cause we was trapped in a box that rap had spawned It wasn't square until we kicked it to an octagon We've gotten strong from the pain that's undergone Whereupon we kill the beat when the mic ain't on That's no 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 emcees are? I violate all the guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER Lyrically gangbang cause I'm behind bars And rearrange DNA, play like God, I break 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 Incredible, original, strong, individual Centimillion decibels of sound through your physical Alligator ritual turns audible to visual Proficient with the lyrical, amazing like a miracle Damage all your mumbling emcees rhyming by decimal Increasing on residual while you still remain minimal Maximize, utilize my brain mineral Do not try to bite cause my *** is not tendible Rhyme unforgettable like Nat King Cole You can feel it on your neck like you in a chokehold Unfold the mystery, unload the B.E.P Banging on your speakers while your 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 ***, raw ***, 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 Cho-J go for the gusto On a boat full of dough going up flow I leave when I float, it's a K.O. Face to the flow, go hit em with the payload Moab got em running like Usain Bolt Started low down, now I'm in the down low Fast for your slow-mo's like a Lambo Running through these levels like I'm playing with the cheat code Left, right, left, right, B.E.P. mode Sappho back on my dope ***, Pablo White escrow mind shining like I'm Destro Back to life with this death manifesto Now it's, now it's, now it's, now it's in your area Now it's, now it's, now it's, now it's in your area Back to life Fat boy had a nigga making noise till midnight Then that yak poison that got us a fist fight Hat low in the regal, crack soul in that diesel Pac corners, cat pointed at people, know how beef do Can't afford a funeral, never More attention how 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 and the 16 villain I'm on the corporate side Still pull off a New York walk by, keep trying to talk fly I talk fly, verbalize a pilot Poetic fertilizer, that's lyrical *** Hip hop die but we resurrected Bringing back that mystic linguistic Bring it back It's a resurrection Bring it back It's a resurrection Bring it back It's a resurrection Bring it back Bring it back Back Bring it back Bring it back It's a resurrection Bring it back Bring it Bring it Bring it Yo Resurrection Reassembling, bringing it back with the pen It all depends how I be feeling when I descend I'm probably gonna go kamikaze like Eminem Look at them trembling when I stomp and timber them Boots I come to win, scoop your feminine Vibration, we penetrating your skeleton Reanimation, we bringing it back again *** They wanna take what I made from nothing Then struggle to erase any proof that I came from suffering Now they hate I survived every trade for hustling I stay on my G, we don't cease fire, you all die Hit your whole family, whole time Nigga, you're small fries And you never should've started beef You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats I'm in the max, all black, black hoodie and gloves Strapped with the fully, guts for the bud I'm on that hypnotic and goose And I ain't gotta shoot, I'll have your ass hang high from a noose Yeah