Resurrection Public Enemy (Ft. Masta Killa)

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
Damn back again, up on track again
2G around the bend, some of y'all black again
It got dark, on your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind, hyprocrites forget like marionettes
Strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laughed himself to death
Lack of rhymes, meaningless punch lines
Battle for your mind, like Israel and Palestine
Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses, repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full of Doris', got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin' paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin' wrong but wait fuck another love song
It's the R&B strangler bringing noise in the Wranglers
Rock all the heads big-timers and alzheimers
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Now the pitch time for a label switch
Thanks I get
I put the roof up on top this bitch
Lord save us from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip-hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it, care less about the gold in it
Boom the shootie
Got 'em running from the paparazzi
La di da di, when the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back, don't you know it's illuminati
Ain't nothing changed, P.E. we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you