Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files
You still getting booed at the open mic like 8-mile
You still actin like spoken word is serious
I laugh at you fag-niggas with dyed hair and pierced lips
What kinda n***a from the hood is you
I could name fifty niggas thats as good as you
But a n***a like Plan man I'm better than all of em
I make em quit how their baby moms' is callin for em
Askin me where they baby pop at
That n***a he at the scene cleanin my White Sox hat b***h
I tell em call you back in a minute
Cause when he finish he gotta brush my dunks so vintage
I'm in this rap game for the spinach
My food-for-thought is like servin fresh lettuce to niggas
I'm the chef and I'm cookin up def jams
Broad street bully cut the check for ten grand
I made a promise that I never get high
I aint scared of death I'm scared to live wantin to die
Cause the 120 opened my eyes
Duck the iron more than me
The Bible told me what's in disguise
But I broke nights like they need to be fixed
I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and B's rich
But the block chirped hid work in the trash-can
I rip a n***a off and lay low in the Badlands
Stay bent offa what poppi done sold me
We all forced to hold heat smokin the gold tree
So knowledge knowledge till the 7-15-4
Vinnie Paz Planetary Reef the lost Cauze
Kamach My n***a Crypt and Demoz
Apathy Celph Titled and King Syze
We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy
And the chain's slight frost like the air in Benzy
I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin me by
You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine
On Black Christmas
I need a Gun with bullets on Black Christmas
Black Christmas
n***a look at me little B
My peeps askin me why
I'm a G this is me so please wrap me a nine
On black Christmas
I need a gun with bullets on Black Christmas
Black Christmas
Yeah yo it's incredible the most
How a nigga's flow just come so easy
Child's play with me home boy please believe me
The way I formulate on time with metaphors lines and punch lines
Some times the shit amaze me
Fall back with a spliff and admire my shit
Don't need you got enough people on my d**k
I speed through breathe life on a track so slick
With sick shit time is money so I must move quick
Epitome of rap
Never been clapped never been slapped
Just one time cold winter day in '79
I catch that jock and I'ma beat him till my arm's numb
And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one Mothaf**ka
I once heard the art of war is don't start a war
So I don't think you wanna ride like a carnivore
I mean carnivore excuse my French I'm on the floor
The bruisin wet got me feelin like I took a Hallucinet
Blue is bent L-Y who the truest yet
Blew the inf
Brain fragments flyin through the fence
Stupid is as stupid does
I aint stupid cuz
I rap like a mothaf**kin animal my blueish blood
Never spills I wrap my hand around the bluest steel
Blew is grill like foremen and informers know who I kill
Ill now get outta my face
Sorry officer Me no hablo Englais
Let me offer you food for thought on the plate
Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape
Get in get out
Hit liars and snakes
Your birthday only gave you rely on the cake n***a
I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin me by
You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine
On Black Christmas
I need a Gun with bullets on Black Christmas
Black Christmas
n***a look at me little B
My peeps askin me why
I'm a G this is me so please wrap me a nine
On black Christmas
I need a gun with bullets on Black Christmas
Black Christmas
Army of T P honor of street thieves
The harmony of harm done to a beast-Beat
I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab
And pain from pushers squeeze like my wife's hand
Slight tan my homie Muslim like Fife's man
Pillow of Kush as if the Kush is my life span
My product slip through the right hands like white sand
Those I kill for can count on my right hand
Beef handled like blades in knife factories
Cut coke cut bum niggas like nutso
This aint a movie clip It's a jewelry stick
Ever see me runnin
You'll have to be like "Who'd he hit " 245753,-3)
You knew he Vic shit you still trusted him
Know a lotta robbers from bids still f**k wit them
That don't mean they up in my crib
I'm still hustlin
Anniversary 9-11 we still sufferin
I'm a muthaf**kin monster
Everything I'm spittin is all real
Take a good look in my trunk and it's all steel
Aint nobody in control it's Allah's will
The other trunk aint filled with diesel
It's all krill
Arm leg leg arm head when the gods build
You the first devil with a plate when the hog's killed, ha ha ha ha)
You the first one to run from the war
You the first one to run from Vinnie's gun when it draw, black black)
I left your whole team deaf when I spoke
Then I put your whole entire f**kin set in the yolk, ha ha ha ha )
Yeah we aint the mothaf**kin set to provoke
Or else the last thing you see the f**kin deck of a boat
