[Verse 1: Paz] God hates me, never my banger on safety My raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Gracie My thoughts the slug and point straightly You fakely, you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just it out And y'all ain't sayin' with a gun in yo mouth what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all And every word from Allah is on We all ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, of Daniel You like a candle, you just You worship Allah, you can't learn
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[Verse 2: Chemical space ships, dust spliffs, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets Botox Latex bitches be chokin' on like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters Jake cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and New synthetic designer jewels for in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to my girth like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, for the cobra Goretex readin we all stand with out cobra's
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[Verse 3: Khadafi] it.. yo.. yo
Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, that I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin a bit on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, the hottest shit Yo trial, might get the time giancanna get Death before dishonor shit, gangster shit Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with When Im tryin to score the third, who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, objects Yo guns for my teks, yo for my lex Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin, heads stay in Turbans Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, So how you figure that we be reppin' Whole drugs and weapons in a intrepid
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[Outro: Khadafi] Yo Stoupe, baby, whats good Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo
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