(feat. Godfather Don)



[Godfather Don]

Uhh, yeah, Scaramanga, Sun Large, Godfather

Rasco, ask O he holds the cash flow

Big Lance, supreme grounder, Allah Magnetic

Uh, you know how we get down for the millenium

Check it, while I shine bright like deep dishes

To spite your weak disses

Rock mics, freak bitches, freestyle technique vicious

You pick up the mic to fight, receive stitches

While I reap riches, this is one of my three wishes

The other two is first I smother you fuckers who

Chew everything a brother do, faker than the Huxtables

Indestructible, my fat physics withered the raps

Is it the gats clip with the aks that wax wicked, the cats

Get addicted to, my mystical mics that inflicts the truth

With gifted jewels uplifting fools, like .44s they be blazing

Amazing like black chicks mixed with Asian, it's unbelievable

How I leave a crew, lacerate letters inconceivable

Dead your men like evil do, we knew all sluts in the street

Cause once in the street with beef you can get punched in the teeth

Now you're spitting bone chips, your lips and phones ripped

By the rhymes and cold stripped like chicks I bone swift

In zones, it's BK, we slay each day it's Fat Beats and tres

Then we blow you away so fuck your nice day



[Scaramanga]

Scaramanga black Lex, flex the banger

Nets ranging for crews in danger, diamond finger anger

Throw up the text heavy like gold bullion bricks

Chicks like Rolex, cheques Express for dialect

Sunk into your set pumping ‘Special Efx'

Demolisher dropping the apocryphal

Through the eyes of a photographer

Polish knowledge at Wiz to a wise

Sizable, rising to the top always

All days in more ways than advisable

Like lah, putting a high in you

Dying to survive, a live wire the right voltage

Two become one with the right exaltage



[Chorus: Scaramanga]

This is for the money, on the run

Group war entail, make jail here and overseas

You know big Gs do our thing

Triple ice ring, nightwing form something

Storm comparable to lightning, on the streets we titans

Inciting, here's the special efx



[Godfather Don]

I get biz on the table, stacking chips

Wise smacking hips of Latin chicks packing whips

Grabbing sips off tequila, me and my mia

See any cheater, I beat a nigga sweeter

Conception, when I eat her, reflection of teacher

Frightens all you sinners, all you men are novices

Or beginners, it's the end of who you be

Do you see the cuckoo steez, my voodoo priest

Even if you blew for cheese, fool don't you see

The oeuvre of me, I [???] three folds so fool

You need to realize and recognize, you step to guys

Blessed with ties and connects to slide

On your briquettes aside so you don't shine

As much, any rapper touching my level

You fucking devils, yo, your mind disrupts

You're blind in crutches, nines and dutches

It don't suit you when you say I'm a shoot you

You sound foofoo!



[Scramanga]

Group war entail, you choose to use yours and fail

Impale words like the Holy Grail, the Rollie swell

Show me mail, independent cheques, still live well

Selling sports, catch jail up north, fell off? Impossible

Clockable ox rocks and knock chips, stock whips

With far tips in the grill, real complex rhymes find

Shielded with inventable steel, principal will in trust

Dust rusty rappers when I bust my style, come across

With the force of a holocaust, Polo boss, solo

Show no remorse for your loss of course

Accosted by the javelin, stay European travelling

Slam a gavel on your temple

My mental's all New York talk, money making

You holding funny bacon, this one we taking over

Scaramanga, Godfather Don: the last soldiers



[Chorus]