Back from the Dead - People Under The Stairs

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