Текст песни Back from the Dead - People Under the Stairs
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
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
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
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
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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