Artist: Black Eyed Peas f/ Nas Album: Masters of the Sun Vol. 1 Song: Back 2 Hiphop Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] "Unflameable!" "Unflameable!" [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 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 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 [Chorus] "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, a 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 Bettin' 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 [Chorus] [Taboo] One show, Jay go for the gusto On a boat full of dope goin' up flow Ali when I float, it's a K.O. Face to the flo', 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-mo's like a Lambo Runnin' through these levels like I'm playin' with a cheat code Left, right, left, right, BEP mode Saffold back on my dope shit, Pablo White Esco, mine shinin' like I'm Destro Back to life with this death manifesto [Interlude] "Yeah" "Nas-Nas-Nas-Nas in your area" "Yeah - Nas-Nas in your area" "B-b-b-b-back to life" [Nas] Fatboy had a nigga makin' noise 'til midnight Then that 'gnac poison had got us to fist fight Hat low in a Regal, cracks all in that diesel Pack corners, gat pointed at people, know how beef do Can't afford a funeral never Mortician have your man face lookin' like leather Have you walkin' out the wake shook and shiverin' Lookin' so different from when, he was just livin' man Another 40 side killin' man Northside in the 16 building and I'm on the corporate side Still pull off a New York walk by, keep tryna talk fly [will.i.am] + (Nas) I talk fly, verbalize a pilot (yeah) Poetic fertilizer, that's lyrical shit Hip-hop died but we resurrect it (yeah) Bring it back, that mystic linguistic [Interlude: will.i.am] 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"} Back 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"} [will.i.am] + (Nas) Yo, resur-re-rection (yeah) Reassemblin', bringin' it back with the pen (yeah) It 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 Timberlan' boots, I come through and scoop your feminine Vibration, we penetratin' your skeleton Reanimation, we bringin' it back again [Nas] Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from nothin' Then the 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, nigga you're small fries And you never should have started beef You know I can't fall back like Ferrari seats I'm in the mass 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 you ass hanged high from a noose Yeah