3 Levels of Hikmah

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Oh No We back again, pa Y'nah'mean? We cookin' again for 'em, y'nah'mean? We chefin' again' for 'em, that Pyrex Yeah, look, c'mon man, stop playin' wit' me, man Yeah [Verse 1] They shootin' like they paparazzi (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) The rise of a body inside an Anunnaki (Yeah, I'm still talkin' that shit) I meet my akhi outside of Takoradi (Recognize Ali!) I got a key of Bobby from the Ashkenazi (Yeah, that white) If you see me then I'm prolly in the Maserati I got a lil' shorty and she Abenaki (Come here, shorty) Caught a body like I'm Gennadiy (Good Boy Killa!) Spanakopita and a hot souvlaki (Yeah, that Greek shit) Cosmology of Prajapati Mesopotamia and Hammurabi A lotta y'all are yada-yada, I'm Samadhi (Y'all talkin' too much, man) I'm loadin' thе Sabatti and I shot a Nazi Elephant gun, Ganapati Koji Clutch, Mustafa Ali Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna and Hare Harе Olly olly oxen free and hide the body Stupid! [Verse 2] Yeah, Daft Punk Technologic (We don't do goof y'all) I pull the 590 out and test the logic Lower your gaze and dress Islamic (Alhamdulillah) Business never personal, it's economics (It's not personal!) Sixteen bars is not a sonnet (It's not, it's fourteen) This blowback Makarov a hot deposit You had the rock and dropped it (Stupid!) Ain't nothin' peace with none of y'all, nobody squashed it (Ain't nothin' dead) If it's blood all on the floor you mop it (Mop it up!) It rained all night the day I left for Gaza Mask on, I ain't trying to have them draw composite You dealin' with motherfuckers that launched the rocket (Boom-boom!) I put the profit on the docket (On the docket) Daily sunnah of the Prophet (Alhamdulillah) Bullets rainin' down in droplets I put the FourSix Banshee right inside his socket