Shoguns

Lyrics

[Intro: sample] "I've seen 357s. I've seen 12-gauge shotguns. I've seen 12-gauge, um, pumps, eight-shooters. I've seen—um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street." "I've seen hand grenades. I've seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it's just—just as getting hit with a gun" [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck & Esoteric] I spit it like eight AKs, murder verse spray first Birds circle when they say they names Announce 'em dead, count the heads, write raps with an ounce of lead It all amounts to bread, making sure the hounds are fed I'm the pterodactyl striking fear in so many I'm the ace of kings, toasts up. Raise your Henny now Salute to the finest You in the company of royalty, Sir I, your highness I can tell you about stackin' a grip, out in Paris With the baddest bitch sittin' at a fashion event Went from street life to neon lights, Don P on ice Fee's tight, never free on mics Got third-world niggas screaming "Deck's the truth" And they co-sign E-S when he steps in to bless the booth I-N-S never rest, see true Czarface. For the head we shoot, Wuuu [Interlude: sample] "I've seen all this. You'd be surprised man. Pretty soon they're gonna steal the damn atom bomb" [Verse 2: Esoteric & Inspectah Deck] Indiana Jones, fuck these snakes to tame It's like the NBA, too many fakes in the game Now why is that Deck? The cake's to blame. In the end I would play it the same to be for real that's the day it changed They hate it from the day I came. So lame Jealous One's Envy then they fold like paper planes I aim and deliver to their, brain and their liver And I bang out that literature, ain't no one sicker than I Or us, we're fly we're wise you ride the bus We're diamonds in the rough, industry we don't trust We rally troops, rock mics and get loose And for ya'll didn't bless the youth. That's the truth Cap [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Cappadonna mind twist flows and mega-charm Hong Kong style that'll break ya man's arm I'm good with this mic, that's word is bond You a sucka MC, I'm gonna have to sound this alarm Punks lust over my queen and it's hard to get it Yo you snitched on Don, told the world I did it Yeah your arms is too short to box with God Compared to the king you just another retard My style come in threes like tic-tac-toe And every time you see me I'm gettin' that dough And I know a hundred rappers that want to be like me I hate all y'all niggas so I sent my wifey It's the angel of rap, yeah straight from heaven I fly cherry-head niggas like 9-11 If I don't bust you, yeah nigga my man's gonna touch you What you gonna do with a Don like this? [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Islam righteous, the god on his deen Move D, motherfucker, D, Radio Raheem Idi Amin, I kill needy for the cream See I'm pristine, it's real needy for the team The most powerful piece in chess is the queen The most powerful peace in death is the dream I don't want to say that I'm the best but I'm king I don't want to leave a fucking mess at the scene Put holes in your body like the flesh of a fiend Gold Maserati and my neck full of gleam The first half ill and the rest is obscene A herb stand still when I'm vexed 'cause I'm mean My mama crib stocked with the best gudagine The four-fifth cocked, it's a Glock with a beam Upper echelon rhyme, rock to a fiend Cut your fuckin' spine on the dime, nahmean? Stupid [Outro: Vinnie Paz & sample] Hahahahaha, yeah Boxcutter Pazzy, yeah Czarface Philly to Boston Then back down to New York Staten Island Beantown, South Philly Rebel I, Esoteric, 7L, Pazienza Fuckin' cherry-head rapper Hahahahaha, yeah Boxcutter Pazzy "I've seen .22 zip-guns. I've seen .38 zip-guns. I've seen—I'll tell you, there's—about things you think you'd never see on the street I've seen. I've seen dynamite on the street." Czarface