 [King Magnetic]
They call me stupid on the stoop, I'm in the studio with Stoupe,
I'm unusually loose, in the movie role it true,
Ghost star, don't spar with no artist my level,
Froze target, slow harvest, bull guarded by metal,
So god but so ghetto, so far but so settled,
Don't harbor no problems, father's slow peddle,
Rosette may bloom, outsize the medal,
We all got a history of violence on the record,
Except for this record Babygrande, if this lady take the stand,
Then my record's playing in the court like a reggae band,
Still a lady's man, mag expects it,
I don't get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes,
Ecstasy dealer, I bag they X's,
Stab 'em breathless without grabbing breakfast,
I might pull ahead, or with something out with air holes,
Get lower than a flat when I'm reaching where the spare goes.
[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, yo,
You can Never fuckin' test the God
The kickback of the Smith & Wesson Hard
Allah think that you a devil for ingesting lard
That's a part of every lesson that he said the far
Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, I'm a vessel God
Me and my seven Mac-11s have a special bond
same bond when the Qu'ran give me a special calm
I wave the motherfuckin' ratchet like its Desert Storm
and use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms
Im the one who reinventin the steel,
the one who took the art of rhymin', reinvented the wheel
my venom will kill
my spit game like a neurotoxin
They call me blood and guts warrior, Arturo Boxin
it's nothing anything or anyone can do to stop 'em
matter of fact even attemptin', it's a foolish option
anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I pop em
or tell the rest of the Boriqua, bring the tool and ox 'em
[Jus Allah]
Bury them
and the Aryans that carried them
all's fair, scare their humanitarians
spare none of them
tear their young from them
shun them
run them into kingdom come's conundrum
hunt them
punish them
confront them
drunken them
come un-done
sunken
summons him
from the stomache of a sunless dungeon
bludgeon them
into chum to become consumption
not an option to stop us
fairly obvious
they're innocuous
the despair of the populous
get your fill of ill gotten goddesses
drill 'em with the modest amount of bottomless promises
turn the water scarlet red
let it churn from the faucet heads
get detailed
little trails on the carpet threads
have them adamantly slabbed on the architect
parry carbines on the carnage, have my heart set
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