Yeah
A-O-T-P
Okay
King Mag, Vinnie P, what up, nig-- Uh
Yeah
The real is back, cocksucker, this is '08
A lot of people show love, people show hate
A lot of niggas fall back, but I won't wait
There's dough to be made, I motivate to those states
We build, destroy, only just to keep building
We kill the noise only just to reach millions
Time to step my game up, change myself
I never point the finger, I blame myself
I make this music for me, refusing to sleep
He who works hard, he usually eat
We two, but we deep, we gruesome on beat
We Q to the D, we glued to the street
Who's who when he speak?
That dude is a geek
He who barks loud, he usually sweet
Maneuver the beat, paralyze the baseline
Dismantle the kick-snare and I never take time
Lay it on the line even if it takes mine
Lay it on your mind even if it takes nine
Shots to your melon, cerebellum on a state line
Spit 20/20 primetime like it's Dateline
Everything is real in this field we walk in
We talk and we stomp, there's no comp, nigga
We lock shit down and this shit gonna burn
All day you in the way, Paz, it's your turn
This is ignorance at its finest, I'm Most High like Dalai Lamas
I cock back the full fifth, put you in pajamas
I don't think that I even needed my fists to stop it
My word bond is similar to a prince's promise
I shoot three at you three times like Clinton Thomas
Fuck around with Pazienza, get you hit with llamas
I ain't even really trying to go to war with you
I'm just gonna let you know that I'mma let the four hit you
Put you in the tabernacle, let the Lord hit you
Send you to the Blue Mosque, let Allah get you
Break your jaw, wipe the motherfucking floor with you
Break your jaw, wipe the motherfucking floor with you
That's why they hate you, nigga
Yeah
Stop that
Let's do it
Everything is real in this field we walk in
We talk and we stomp, there's no comp, nigga
We lock shit down and this shit gonna burn
All day you in the way, man, it's your turn
I drink wine out the holy tabernacle in shackles
Throwing that Ludacris Eucharist at Judas' statue
Planete-tery get at you with Warchild at the chapel
It's rotten like Adam's apple that infested the battle
I inject the poison inside of my brain to tame
Evil thoughts that arose as we toast to fame
As we say a prayer for the fallen labels
As we eat the last supper off a antique table
God bless
Breaking bread with the army, sound of the streets call me
Satan's messenger tried to harm me, but he ain't stronger than me
Nope
Mag, I'm just like Moses
I carve the rules of the game as I walk on the ocean
This is what we like to call poetry in motion
Catch us overseas with the crowd wide open
It's the New Testament heaven sent, so bow down
Kiss the ring of the Lord, man
Our time is now
Everything is real in this field we walk in
We talk and we stomp, there's no comp, nigga
We lock shit down and this shit gonna burn
All day you in the way, Mag, it's your turn
Up
The jig'll cause a drip in your throat like you blew Hov
You only see the burners when they used like a new stove
I'm too old for new roles, too cold to warm up
To new hoes, do shows for two O's and two Buck
For two bucks I do something too much, move up
Move out, you bruise up, shootout, I shoot up
At odds with my new luck, I'm Nas when I'm souped up
In Oz with a toothbrush, if God couldn't rule us
Then God's doing too much, I'm one in a million
Meaning 5,000 others is wanted for killing
Out of five billion I'm the one or the runner-up
12 Bars, you almost on my dick like my gun is stuck
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