[Intro: sample]
"I've seen 357s. I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps, eight-shooters. I've seen—um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street."
"I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun"
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck & Esoteric]
I spit it like eight AKs, murder verse spray first
Birds circle when they say they names
Announce 'em dead, count the heads, write raps with an ounce of lead
Hid all the master bread, making sure the hounds are fed
I'm the pterodactyl striking fear in so many
I'm the ace of kings, toasts up. Raise your Henny now
Salute to the finest
You in the company of royalty, Sir I, your highness
I can tell you about stackin' a grip, out in Paris
With the baddest bitch sittin' at a fashion event
Went from street life to neon lights, Don P on ice
Fee's tight, never free on mics
Got third-world n***as screaming "Deck's the truth"
And they co-sign E-S when he steps in to bless the booth
I-N-S never rest, see true
Czarface. For the head we shoot, Wuuu
[Interlude: sample]
"I've seen all this. You'd be surprised man. Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb"
[Verse 2: Esoteric & Inspectah Deck]
Indiana Jones, fuck these snakes to tame
It's like the NBA, too many fakes in the game
Now why is that Deck? The cake's to blame. In the end
I would play it the same to be for real that's the day it changed
They hate it from the day I came. So lame
Jealous One's Envy then they fold like paper planes
I aim and deliver to their, brain and their liver
And I bang out that literature, ain't no one sicker than I
Or us, we're fly we're wise you ride the bus
We're diamonds in the rough, industry we don't trust
We rally troops, rock mics and get loose
And for ya'll didn't bless the youth. That's the truth
Cap
[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
Cappadonna mind twist flows and mega-charm
Hong Kong style that'll break ya man's arm
I'm good with this mic, that's word is bond
You a sucka MC, I'm gonna have to sound this alarm
Punks lust over my queen and it's hard to get it
Yo you snitched on Don, told the world I did it
Yeah your arms is too short to box with God
Compared to the king you just another retard
My style come in threes like tic-tac-toe
And every time you see me I'm gettin' that dough
And I know a hundred rappers that want to be like me
I hate all y'all n***as so I sent my wifey
It's the angel of rap, yeah straight from heaven
I fly cherry-head n***as like 9-11
If I don't bust you, yeah n***a my man's gonna touch you
What you gonna do with a Don like this?
[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz]
Islam righteous, the god on his deen
Move D, motherfucker, D, Radio Raheem
Idi Amin, I kill needy for the cream
See I'm pristine, it's real needy for the team
The most powerful piece in chess is the queen
The most powerful peace in death is the dream
I don't want to say that I'm the best but I'm king
I don't want to leave a fucking mess at the scene
Put holes in your body like the flesh of a fiend
Gold Maserati and my neck full of gleam
The first half ill and the rest is obscene
A herb stand still when I'm vexed 'cause I'm mean
My mama crib stocked with the best gudagine
The four-fifth cocked, it's a Glock with a beam
Upper echelon rhyme, rock to a fiend
Cut your fuckin' spine on the dime, nahmean?
Stupid
[Outro: Vinnie Paz & sample]
Hahahahaha, yeah
Boxcutter Pazzy, yeah
Czarface
Philly to Boston
Then back down to New York
Staten Island
Beantown, South Philly
Rebel I, Esoteric, 7L, Pazienza
Fuckin' cherry-head rapper
Hahahahaha, yeah
Boxcutter Pazzy
"I've seen .22 zip-guns. I've seen .38 zip-guns. I've seen—I'll tell you, there's—about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen. I've seen dynamite on the street."
Czarface
