Pistol Opera

Lyrics

[Intro] He comes from the cesspools of sin He comes from the Land of the Rising Sun They call him the Pearl of the Orient He is the master of the Dim chain He is the master of the Dragon Chi He is the master of anybody, who has the guts to step into the ring with a man that is blessed by such speed, agility, ability and all the seven martial arts There is nobody, I can test this man on the baddest street, in the worst town in the USA, and we can walk at leisure We can hold $100 bills in our hand and ain't nobody come up and try to take it away So if there is any fools out there that think they really wanna get in the ring Remember, you enter at your own risk You leave, with some help [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, 7L Yeah, Ibrahim Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy C'mon, man, look Yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Purposely designed (Purposely designed!) That's the Kaaba and it's perfectly aligned (Alhamdulillah) Biodiversity refined (Refined!) Santo D'oro where the mercury is mine (That's where I'm from) Premier crew, burgundy the wine Allah sent the serpent as a sign (Allahu Akbar!) This the university of crime (Philly out here!) Perform surgery on your spine (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!) The Draco is the size of an ape (Brr!) Muhfucka know what happen if you try to escape Duct tape and shivering crows, the arms of a snake These is Remingtons and they about the size of a grape (pa-pa-pa-pa!) Homie, this'll fracture the Earth And there's twelve looking for drugs, it's a natural birth (It's nothin' here, stupid!) Arafat at the summit (At the summit) A good army marches on its stomach [Chorus: Scratches] No-no-no-no-no-no question No-no question Ayo come on, ayo come on, man No-no question No-no-no-no-no-no question Ayo come on, ayo come on, man No-no-no-no-no-no question [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] The Moabite, I saw a demon was all purple (Shayateen) You see the benefits when you keepin' a small circle (Abidullah) These are birds of prey, pa, and the hawk irk you Black seed oil, the medicine all herbal That's black cotton, it's not fertile (It's not fertile) Eighty percent of communication is non-verbal (Shh!) It ain't DiBiase without Virgil (Million Dollar Man) A real Nighthawk fiber optic, the nocturnal (Brrr!) Invisible Lady that sing Mingus And half of my akhs not able to speak English You won't stop popping 'til he finishes (pa-pa-pa!) An OG in the Garment District that speak Yiddish (the Bible statement) MCM and a fly Figaro With two bears, this Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo Line 'em up, drown 'em in gas (Burn!) Don't let the sun go down on your ave (Never, stupid!) [Chorus: Scratches] No-no-no-no-no-no question No-no question Ayo come on, ayo come on, man No-no question No-no-no-no-no-no question Ayo come on, ayo come on, man