Serve the Creator

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Recognize Ali] Yeah, Recognize, mafuckas These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (Wraah) How you jello forms fuckin' with the ghetto God (Huh) I let the cannon roar, doggy, get your melon mauled You scared to brawl Bring the pain, I swear I spit that Pentathol (Hahahahahaha) Anini in the flesh, walking up from the wave (Yeah) Like Afro Samurai the way I live by the blade The criminal kind, niggas get clapped for they cake (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Half of 'em fake, out here kings are treated like slaves Exotic tools (yeah), shooters from Kalamazoo (Yo) Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (Uh) You niggas cute, I blast a pigeon out of your crew (Brrrr) So disrespectful, partner, I'm known to piss on you fools A hustler in the streets, in the booth I'm a animal (Y'know that) I spit that fire water and the flow's highly inflammable (Facts) Seven Star General, the third world Hannibal This hammer though, it leave a hole in your cantaloupe (To-to-to-to-to-to-to-to-to) Word, to this game I'm a Pharaoh (Yeah) They say to make it big I gotta make a deal with the Devil (Nah, fuck that) Get right, this industry is a fraud (Yeah) They only want 'em to ghost, yeah, and with us Allah (Alhamdulillah) Yeah, I'm choppin' diamonds like a jeweler Smoke the Buddha, sippin' Amarula, I'm a ruler Yeah! Motherfuckers [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah This a wild guess, homie, this a shot in the dark You like baby food, just another walk in the park This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes This is Jeffrey Dahmer '89, fork in the heart This Magnum ain't eat in a while, see the cal. hungry That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I'm Al Bundy A lot of y'all know that you stolen ya style from me You can't duplicate what I did and you wild bummy What you know about your man being down? Doing eighteen bullets you ain't have him around We clappin' this like you wearin' a cap and a gown The hatches is wide open, better battin' 'em down You tryin' to go to war with the man You mafuckas 'bout to ride in the coroner van This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze I'm a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused Batiman! [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yo, Bronze? What's the word, God? Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazienza, yeah