Black Pyramids

Lyrics

[Goodfellas (1990) Intro] - Hahahaha! We got these hot books around though, it's 11:30, you were supposed to be here, you know, we were supposed to be there by 9 - Shit, I'll be ready - Yeah, you were always fuckin' late, you were late for your own fuckin' funeral [Verse 1] Initiations straight from the heart, like when Cooper died They threw the gun on his head, assumed it was a suicide Poppy fields we co-op, like coke for my crops Roamin' a known spot, apron G-smocks to bloody two-packs AK's in guitar cases, faces o' goons My statue is hidden under something like ancient ruins My Taliban worship Satan and nothin' less Forks open your chest Raw carnage your torn flesh Celebrate your crematory, party hats and buzzers Cut down in the tub, more food for the buzzards I ain't dead in a traditional sense, make decisions amends Got Trump, immigrant fence, we kill friends [Chorus x2] Son of the Bastard Sword the bad seed Curse from the embryo, mausoleum to the streets Pyramids to Glenwood hall produce heat Born under the bad side, Hashem we speak [Verse 2] Flow's a Calico base, syllables Taurus Yo, I see behind my back like the Eyes of Horus Suck fishscale, I get that shit straight from the walrus I learn to work that scale like John Candy Since pop left the home in the shit dive in no pantry Maybe straight bringin' me Gerbers so I don't die o' famine (Yay) Saltines and welfare cheese, stale batter Cream cheese and jelly type for dinner Other families have filet mignon, I dreamt to bigger They managed their special sales and stabbed up T-Bones Striped Adidas, we jammed the barren two-tones Satan just arrived in your Shivah, just another day Pistol whip you 12 in the face then fuckin' walk away Homies from the hood, they get you shot for a trey bag And Eight-ball jackets, I be cruisin' in the gray Jag' Tom G. Warrior armor go with the name tags [Chorus] Son of the Bastard Sword the bad seed Curse from the embryo, mausoleum to the streets Pyramids to Glenwood hall produce heat Born under the bad side, Hashem we speak [Outro] - Motherfucker! - Fuck you, you mothafucka This brand new Goretex, Conspiracy Worldwide [You fuckin' scumbag! Come on! Come on! Come on!] [Fuck you, you mothafucka!] Now can anybody hear any background noise? Something [?] them Alright, of course, this part of the track is Goretex with a new album on the way before the end of the year That's literally the first time we've heard that in the studio Sounds very, very promisin'