The God Supreme

One, two, look, yeah

I feel sorry for your mom mo'fucker, you a waste

When I say that you my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face

The streets and the deen have me struggling with faith

The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist

I'm a gorilla, God, jungle is my habitat

Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat

How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that

Infrared beam green, aim it where your cabbage at (block 'em, block 'em, block 'em)

Dirty money lord, you can check the backplate

Run up on this ras' clot, show him how the gat tastes

It's a million mo'fuckers in the rat race

I ain't part of that God, y'all can get the gas face (you're first, without me)

Fuck all fates, see you at Allah gates

All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks

Pies and jums, I'ma let 'em all bake

And if Vinnie here, rap in good hands like Allstate

It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm

It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song

It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving

It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em

It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm

It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song

It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving

It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em

Yo, yeah

I'm always trying to break bread

Always trying to take the fucking crown so I can take heads

Underground rappers, more bummier than bass-heads

Head-shots leave y'all Planet of The Apes dead

Jeff Chandler, I'ma let them hands fly

Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby

Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie

You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried

I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit

Philly streets, mo'fuckers cross you like a crucifix

Insha'Allah, I'ma be alive like Busilvex

Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex

Dead 'cause I said so, I'ma let the TEC blow

Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro

Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homie

The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi

It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm

It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song

It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving

It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em

It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm

It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song

It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving

It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em (yo)

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