Tradition

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 60 Second Assassin] Now you know you done fucked right? Precise the hype as I recite the typewrite to make my vision ignite My thoughts and words begin to unite When I hick-up and spit sporadically shift Step over known competition that's actually thick Do an immaculate flip I don't care whoever, my part stay clever Sever the header, pronounce it deader To be real, yo, or be fed up, I'm cuttin' double headers Come one, come all, savior's island Medina Desert, Pelan, plus Mecca Y'all gone be made to respect what Paralyze your vision like Wu, I will inspect ya When I'm on my Ol' Dirty Bastard, y'all play ketchup Del Monte tomatoes and onions, I got your special My blade stay cheffed up, not like Boyardee Much like inspirin' methods Somethin' like when movin' on your left When raw, I'ma give it to you You is the God, I'm a Ghostface, that's the G of course You gonna see a genius, just keep readin', believe Hit ya like a Rza technique Sixty sec, a master killer it's Allah's mathematics who spins [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] I am what I am, gutter from the streets to the glam Light up the party like Shazam, and ladies love who I am Exclusive on cam, choice like the finest of lamb Young Sunny, I'm gettin' money, nothin' funny, no scams Respect for my grand, greet 'em with, "Yes, sir" and "Yes, ma'am" Rollin' through the hood lookin' good, veggie, no ham Produce it on land, do it for fans, pursuit and expand If my brother need a hand, Sunny do what he can for his mans Stackin' my cake up, stay away from makeup Zini on the take up, enemies on the shake up Bake up to keep my plate up, son, don't get ate up I like my cash straight up, stack to keep my weight up Smarter than the average, workin' harder than the savage Diamond in the carriage, perfect timin' in the marriage Livin' life lavish, twenty mil\ out in Paris Twistin' that owee-gowee, spark it with some wooden matches From ashes to ashes ,dust to dust Stay plush, a royal flush, plus I do it for us [Verse 3: Killah Priest] I spit it ecliptic, my scripture are rivers Come take a sip of the mixture of brain fluent since I came into this Inspired by Kane's influence Who put Brooklyn name in the music? I go at the game ferocious Priest paint pictures, the ink in this literature is for visioners Listeners become prisoners So go catch my gems, get your work out on, hit the bars Now spit your verse out strong, I'm God Priest Armel the Great, Prodigal Son The honorables come teach the babies, speak like '80s in ballys Seven-star crescents with the ballys Ladies crowd me when I'm cloudy, Ali Shaheed So Mr. Walter Reed, force of me like Luke the Skywalker, side walker The three dice shoot the live New Yorker, Westside sippin' gin and juice like Snoop, oops