Brainscan Exorcism

Lyrics

[Intro: Recognize Ali] Black Hand Grenade style, y'all know what I mean? [Verse 1: Recognize Ali & Boob Bronx] Out of class with the best of 'em, me against ten of 'em Let the chopper sound shatter clowns, burn the rest of 'em The aura colorful, check the spect-a-rum You can dance with The God or fall like the Nephilim Yeah, Accra City holdin' it down It's Black Hand Father Grenade controllin' your town, ah I heard an opp was jokin' around His hair was missin' when they found them bullet holes in his scalp Toma! Pray all my enemies pray for me We're not in thе same division, I play for The Major Leaguе They may allege, even to scrap me, it ain't for free All I do is fuckin' win, so the losin', it ain't for me Factual and this is the year of the sharpshooter Niggas think they're whales, they ain't nothin' but charred tuna You're gone sooner, I'm twistin' 'em all puta (Yo, yo) Watch who you're testin', they catchin' a spark Ruger [Verse 2: Boob Bronx] The higher ups got me, Alhamdulillah I never make the radio, I'm all for the frontline You get punched out your mind 'bout your punchline Keep it radio unless you want it to sound like them I'm higher level, they don't got it, we not eye level Don't get shattered 'bout chatter 'cause you love your voice You just mad that it never mattered, mad as a bitch I'ma laugh like it's part of the rules, fake as they jewels I'm viejo chic, y'all's old news Walkin' with my elbows, I ain't scuffin' 'em shoes Pullin' up that bar like I'm barkin' up the wrong tree (You see that) My boots laced, I might fuck your mom, mijo (Shh) I don't look my fuckin' age, fuck your ego Nothing left to lose but the mind, body great (Body great) Yeah, enjoy me while I'm here, don't you fake the buzz (Nah) Oh, yeah, I'm everything they was afraid I was (I am nigga!) [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] The ultraviolent official (I'm a king!) A mixture of molten iron and nickel (Both of 'em!) Multiply the acquittal (Everybody be tough!) Palm trees and lullaby of the missile (Brrt) There's resentment and he harbors some His happiness was sealed with his martyrdom (Alhamdulillah!) It's the reason that I be on my own (My own) 'Cause bein' around rats something we don't condone (No! No rats here!) I can never bond with a snake (Nah) Join the Salah on the right side of the sheikh (Alhamdulillah!) Dome is metropolitan, I buy me a stake 'Cause motherfucker's heads always have a problem with Jake Watch your body and move And that's word to Machine, everybody is food (Yo, Machine, what up, papa?) It's a hundred racks stuffed in the wall A drownin' man clutch at a straw, ah