[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

God hates me, never keep my banger on safety

My mother raised me alone, you can't break me

My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce Gracie

My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly

You rhyme fakely, you still scarred

I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Maher

I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out

And y'all ain't sayin' nuthin' with a gun in yo mouth

That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper

Y'all still under the spell of dose ether

The Grim Reaper, it's all nature

And every word from Allah is on paper

We all hate ya, we can't stand you

Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Thandrew

You like a candle, you just burn

You never worship Allah, you can't learn



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[Verse 2: Goretex]

Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit from the Matrix

Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots

Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Botox

Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops

My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend

Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says

Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake

Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jake

Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz

Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff

Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics

New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts

In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth

Thats like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf

Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra

Goretex readin we all stand with iced out cobra's 



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[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]

Check it.. yo.. yo



Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right

Face fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spit

Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit

range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it

I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit

Yo trial, might get the same time giancanna get

Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit

Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with

When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with

Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects

Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex

From Q.B. to Philly, we control sets

I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans

Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga

So how you figure that we don't be reppin'

Whole drugs and weapons in a dodge intrepid





[Chorus: Stoupe]

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[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi]

Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good

Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo



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