[Verse 1: Thes One]
Back from the f**in' 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
Resurrectin' the People want the P and encore
Well you got it. Furthermore
I'm lightly seasoned with that voodoo
[?]
I walk with that soul strut, carry that golden era
Alleged 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 say [?] ratchet
Well, collect your moonlit trinkets, candles, totems, and talismans
The reaper from the earth [?]
Poetry poetry over rhythm give em oral tradition
Reminiscing on that [?] modern day [?]
[spanish] star
That continues to shine
Up from far up in the sky
Constellation Mike and Chris
Never die regenesis about the chrysalis
I feel like f**in' Sisyphus
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Double K]
Poor s**er thought they had the brother under
But I'm harder than a snare, no intensive care
[?] 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 pa**in' good music we're 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 la
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 n***a [?] and he don't trip
Thes One on the bullsh**? Nah, he don't trip
Mike T, I got that feature on that part 2 sh**
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
[Hook]
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