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Back from Hell
Run‐D.M.C.
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Yo, once again, from the depths of Hell
Run-D.M.C
Yo, Jam Master J-J-J in the house
And y'all check this
From the depths of Hell
Heaven is cool, in Hell you'll burn
I'll cut your head off the devil and I'll throw it at you
Heaven is cool, in Hell you'll burn
From the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the wire (Where they at?) Comin' back from Hell
I'm comin' back from Hell, a jail cell tells no tales
The walls and floors are blind, but never fail
To catch a little blood from a ill mate's head
Feel sorry for you suckers, see you sissy, you're dead
Another rollover casket, tisket or tasket
A shank, no thanks to the faggot ass bastard
Easy for another man to laugh in his face
Like I said, it's head to bed, another dead ill mate
Four to the bone, and killed him for the phone
Mommy's only son, but left his mama alone
The last words she heard, "Your time is up," the result
Caught wrapped around his neck, his face cut to a pulp
Never knew he'd go to jail, doin' well, then he fell
(Reporting live from Rikers Island) And comin' back from Hell
From the depths of Hell (Back)
From the depths of Hell
From the depths of Hell (Back to Hell)
From the depths of Hell (Back to Hell)
From the depths of Hell (Back)
Back from Hell, but I still smell the same old shit
From the lower level, Ice Cube'll beat the shit out the devil
Nothin' changed, still down with the P.E
Somethin', now I'm raisin' Hell with Run
Many get done from the sawed-off shotgun
Peppered the utch, didn't duck a hard off, I socked one
Don't laugh, hoes, 'cause I'm down with the afros
Ice Cube ain't the mack, but I have hoes
Jam, Jam, drop the hammer
And I'll get grammar, the smackin' from the lama
Had to ask D.M.C. and the 40oz. crew
What's it all about on the avenue?
He said, "Come see," gave me a hit of Olde E
Then I had to pee up on a tree
The nigga got shot by a dope fiend
So I grabbed my gat and a button up my jeans
Then the fuckin' lynch mob had to get mean
Did a drive-by in the middle of Queens
Hot shells hit the ground, people still around
All the niggas that I clowned
Jumped on the plank 'cause it never fails
Ice Cube is a motherfucker goin' back to Hell
From the depths of Hell (Back)
From the depths of Hell
Back up, they can never keep a good man down
Of course, we don't fuck around
You don't know what I mean? Don't mistake us for the traffic
We're hip, 'cause we're born with the trigga lip
Here's a story 'bout the devil and the rebel in the middle
Of a battle with a crew that grew around the avenue
This devil was a federal judge who delivered us
Justice, just us up the river, but
I'm not alone in knowin' his name in other games
'Cause he be runnin' the hoes and the drug thing
I know he's fought and run the court
Pushin' up the button, tokin' more shit, but sayin' nothin' now
'Cause he's seein' the faces he saw sit packin'
Hardcore and all black and raw, and you can tell
No matter how loud he yell, he ain't leavin' Hell
Back
Back from Hell
Back from Hell
From the depths of Hell (Back)
Back from Hell, yeah
Now, now, nigga, like we start yellin'
Now, now, nigga, like we start yellin'
Now, now, nigga, like we start yellin'
Now, now, nigga, like D starts yellin'
Back from Hell, now, nigga, like D starts yellin'
No sellin' out, no tellin', we sellin'
Runnin' to the '97, still rebellin'
Cube, Run, and Cel', what the fuck are they yellin'?
Lyrics that I kick might just get me into bigger shit
That I'm not with and critics can get the didick
Hits comin' crazy, fits for the crazy
Played me, paid me, little lady laid me down
To the depths of Hell
Now here we go, and once again
We're back from Hell, so tell a friend
For all of you who thought we're through
I'm a four flex member of the hottest crew
I bust a nine or a rhyme or two
You know I'm crew upon the avenue
I was sippin' on some brew with my crew
We was gettin' illy, niggas came through actin' silly
One punch, start to yell, two shots, then his man fell
He didn't know, the hottest side was Hell
Don't tell me you ain't with this
You think I fell? Yo, that is ridiculous
You missed the lyrics of the microphone king I grip
Figure this, 'cause, uh, this is the shit
Black Eyed Peas, MCs wanna be
Macaroni and cheese, only phony MCs
Play the role, but always try to cook up
I got tunes, room that I took up
Oh well, you know I still fell
Go and tell everybody that I'm back from Hell
Back
Drop it on 'em, D