Tekst:
New Threat The Resurrect

and unify, there's nothing but good times for you and I. Whatever happened to "wild in the streets", keith morris sang all about The craziness that once ensued needs RESURRECTED

problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs. They've tried to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society. Fuck them. I hope

burning Fucking shit up like Norwegians in S-train-yards Don't believe me? Check how I bless them bars With the vocal joint, that'll be the new focal

or two And let it burn Let it burn [x5] Motherfucker.. We Let it burn [x6] All my soldiers Let it burn [YOUNG NOBLE] Spark up a cigarette You talkin' the biggest threat You mention my set Resurrect

The end of a new beginning The last and final chapter of humans' history erased No sounds no movements There's no evidence of existence From threat of

Do that, do that, some....) The funkier I be The funkier I get, oh shit Lickety split on the lyric A new jack in the pulpit Watch it deacon, your track

not here You talk shit about me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody want you here Suprised? I'm revived Resurrected

Do that, do that, some....) The funkier I be The funkier I get, oh shit Lickety split on the lyric A new jack in the pulpit Watch it deacon, your track

thang and let him spray from that I'm just a God of the universe, nothing more, nothing less Don't believe in spooks, I missed three places after death