Текст (слова) песни: Run-D.M.C. f Chuck D, Ice Cube - Back From Hell (Remix)

 
[ INTRO: Chuck D ] 
Yo 
Once again 
From the dephts of hell 
Run-D.M.C. 
Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the house 
And y`all take this 
 
[ *Jam-Master Jay cuts up* ] 
(From the dephts of hell) 
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn) 
(I cut the head of the devil and I throw it at you) 
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn) 
(On a lower level where the devils dwell 
Comin from the one..) (where they at?) (..comin back from hell) 
 
[ VERSE 1: Run ] 
I`m comin back from hell, a jail cell tells no tales 
The walls, the floors, the blinds, it never fails 
To catch a little butt from a inmate`s head 
So sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you`re dead 
Another rolled-over casket, tisket, a tasket 
This ain`t no thanks to the pussy-ass bastard 
Easy for another man to laugh at his face 
Like I said, his head to bed, another dead inmate 
Raw to the bone and killed him for the phone 
Mommy`s only son, but left his mama alone 
The last words he heard "Your time is up", the result 
Caught back around, his naked face cut to a pulp 
Never knew he`d go to jail doin murder and he fell 
(Reporting live from Rikers Island) and comin back from hell 
 
(From the dephts of hell) 
(Back) (back) (from hell) 
(Back from hell) 
(Back) (from hell) 
(Back) (back) (from hell) 
(Back) (back) (back from hell) 
(Yeah) 
(Back) (back) (back).. 
 
[ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ] 
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., son 
But now I`m raising hell with Run 
Nearly gettin done from the sawed off shotgun 
Pressin they luck, didn`t duck, I hauled off and socked one 
Don`t laugh, hoes, cause I`m down with The Afros 
Ice Cube ain`t The Mack, but I have hoes 
JMJ drop the hammer 
And I kick grammar 
That`s mackaframalama 
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 swig of Olde E 
Then I had to pee upon a tree 
A nigga got shot by a dopefiend 
Snort down my dick and unbottoned on my jeans 
Then the fuckin Lench Mob had to get mean 
Did a drive-by in the middle of Queens 
Hot shells hit the ground 
People stood around, all the niggas that I clowned 
Jumped on a plane cause it never fails 
Ice Cube is a muthafucka goin back to hell 
 
(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell) 
(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell) 
 
[ VERSE 3: Chuck D ] 
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 Tragically Hip 
Cause we`re born with the trigger lip 
Here`s a story about 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 and no one is, his name up against 
Cause he`s been runnin the hoes and the drug thing 
I know he fought and runnin court, pusher of the button 
Talkin mo` 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) 
(Back) (back) 
(Back from helllll) 
(Back from hell) 
(From the dephts of hell) 
(Back) (back from hell) 
(Back from hell) 
(Back from hell) 
(From the dephts of hell) 
(Back) (back from hell) 
(Back) (back) (back from hell) 
(Now a nigga like D starts yellin) 
(Yeah) 
(Back) (back) 
(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin) 
(Back) 
(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin) 
(Back) 
(Now) (now a nigga like D) 
 
[ VERSE 4: D.M.C. ] 
Back from hell, now a nigga like D starts yellin 
No sellin out, no tellin who`s sellin 
Word to the 90s, rebels still rebellin 
Cube, Run and Chuck (yo, what the fuck are they yellin?) 
Lyrics that I kick might just get me into pee and shit 
That I`m not with and critics can get the diddick 
Hits comin crazy, trips for the gravy 
Played me, paid me, little lady laid me 
Doooowwnnn to the dephts of heeeellllll 
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 full-fledged member of the Hollis Crew 
I bust a nine or a rhyme or two 
You know I grew, up on (the avenue) 
I`ma sip on some brew with my crew 
We was gettin illy 
Niggas came through actin silly 
One punk starts to yell 
2 shots, then his man fell 
He didn`t know that Hollis Ave. was hell 
Don`t tell me you ain`t with this 
You think I fell? Chump, that is ridiculous 
You missin lyrics of the microphone king I grip 
Figure this, but yo, this is nigga shit 
Black I.P.`s, MC`s wanna-be`s 
Macaroni and cheese, only phoney MC`s 
Play the role and always try to cook up 
I got tunes, room that I took up 
Oh well, you know I still dwell 
Go and tell everybody that I`m back from hell 
 
(Dephts of hell) 
(Back) (from the dephts of hell) 
(Back) 
(Back) (back) 
Drop it on em, D 
(Back) 
(Back) (back) 
(Back) 
(Back) (back)
 

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