Herringbone (feat. Ghostface Killah)

We're on a mission

Tryna go gun somebody down

I got like, three feet behind him

And I guess he felt somebody behind him

And when he flinched to look back, I shot him, boom

I shot him right in the face

I seen his whole jaw just fly

Just, his teeth were on the sidewalk

Yo, ayo, it's Deni, Staten Island lead slang therapist

Local gemologist, back like Apollo kids

Brutal, stir a **** brain like a cup of noodles

Tony Picasso did ain't shit, but a little doodle

Goo-goo face, keep my new boo laced

Screamin' out, more bass, spazzing on tour dates

Ding-donging bitches flicking they pussy lips

French vanilla butter pecans, I call 'em sugar tits

Palmin' they ass, one finger in the stinker

Forty pound Herringbone chain without a kinker

Mink 'a, my fur got stash spots in chambers

Barracuda grip, big stones is in my banger

El Chapo guns, more rocky than the mountain

Stopped the James Bond van and pissed in the fountains

We out

The only mothafucka that's thought of like he a mystical

It's criminal, the way that he slaughter all of the physical

Horror is not predictable, honor is not a ritual

It's hell up in Harlem when they shot him in 1962

The nine is lifting you to a higher body, celestial

The pistol do the damage, no matter what the medicinal

Hidin' behind municipal, God inside the invincible

I tried to find a rhyme that can silence the higher sentinel

You added to the violence, the violence is my monopoly

Feed 'em to the assassin and smash him like he was pottery

Slash 'em wit the isosceles, Haram pass me the Wallabies

I'll take the Glock and flee after robbing 'em like democracy

How could you be honoring the fallen father, the harbinger?

The foreigner or everything holy, call me the conquerer

The room darkener, I'm the toolie toter, the carpenter

The God philosopher, it's the only mountain, the sorcerer

Le Muerte