[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I'm the author of pain (Yeah!)
This Kalashnikov, akhi, it'll alter your frame
This the Umayyad Caliphate, conquerin' Spain (Alhamdulillah)
This is honor, this is Pranayama conjuring names (I'm the conjurer)
I ain't seen nothin', muhfucka, he was found dead
The 50 Cal beggin' me to paint the fuckin' town red
Have a muhfucka losin' weight and that was pounds shed (Yeah)
Black Gucci duffel bag, homie, where the brown thread
Makes a lot to define
This automatic recoil, stock sixty nine (Yeah)
I saw it in the data byte (I did)
Epsilon Boötis and the black night satellite (It's in the sky)
See I stay with the toy
I will trade you for this eagle, pa, Shady McCoy
It's a mind ripper, pull a Wes Craven and breeze
Whatchu waitin' for, lil' homie? Aim it and squeeze

[Chorus: Sample Scratches]
Here we go, I'm cursed with the dawn??
You was wrong
Strike 'em down

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, the universe big and the sun large
The 40 Cal about to give 'em five like a gun charge
On the street corner where the muhfuckin' scum crawls
Everything here pure ignorance and gun bars
Camp Crystal Lake, built with Jason for days
I will ask questions first that's the way I was raised (I was)
This a flashbang, homie, I am bringin' the SWAT
This is thug season ahki and I'm bringin' a mop (pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Gaudy motherfucker, everything grandiose
The difference 'tween the cure and the poison is the dose (Listen)
My mind all over the place but I rap lucid (I'm lucid)
The type muhfucka that smart but he act stupid (Stupid)
You lame, no idea what to do with the kush
And a bird in the hand worth two in the bush (It is)
It's Mozart over here, Don Giovanni (It's art)
And I ain't worried 'bout you motherfuckers, you punani!