[Verse 3: King Syze]
You wanna✦ put your money✦ up? Then motherfucker then put it
For your family's sanity✦ man, I wish that you wouldn't
Niggas✦ got nice flows, just don't know where to put it
And I know your whole life your raps are edited✦ footage✦
And y'all mixtape niggas✦ couldn't see my plateaus
All up in my presence,✦ while y'all acting✦ bashful
King Syze casting an ecliptic rap flow
Y'all little light niggas✦ couldn't feed my shadows
From, city✦ to city,✦ intersection✦ to section✦
But you reflexing, with or without a weapon
I'm always✦ stepping, never✦ scared✦
But always✦ and forever prepared
Yeah the ones✦ who drink gas man is revving their gears
[Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze]
You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent
Total✦ dominance, rise to prominence✦
In my Prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
At this conglomerate, an axis✦ of evil✦
I know where Osama✦ is, he down in Camp David
Down and dirty✦ like a damp basement
The champ must demand✦ greatness
From himself, or be another contender
There's✦ hundreds of niggas✦
Dead left under✦ the river✦
From the days of slaves✦
To hurricanes in Orleans
See my people's graves✦ floating amongst the waves✦
There's✦ hell to pay, but
The devil✦ don't take checks
I tried to send a message✦ to God
His phone don't take texts
I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge
Times✦ is hard homie, why I took them dollars
Man, my momma✦ got a mortgage✦
And my little baby✦ sister✦ need books for college
I rob all y'all
[Verse 5: Doap Nixon]
Hey, yo, they want the hood in here so they called✦ me first
I give 'em rappers✦ Gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!
This is more than music
But these niggas✦ is mad trash
That's why the stores✦ refuse✦ 'em
Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block
I'm seeing cats motorcycling dawg, I'm doin the walk
I'm an OG, call my Italian✦ niggas✦ a wop
Though their papers ain't right
But they got weight on the block
I love 'em uh
Hand to hand, see your hands ache
I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eating✦ pancakes
You niggas✦ cool, dawg, mine's✦ absurd hot
Stop frontin' like you's a killer✦ money,✦ your nerves✦ shot
Yo you's a Paxil✦ nigga,✦ dumping Zoloft in coffee
AOTP what exhaust be
Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's
But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left
[Verse 6: Demoz]
Nigga✦ if I had 24 hours to live
Fuck 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds
Vin I'm driving off a bridge
Broken✦ rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene
Gasoline tank filled✦ to the top
Magazines✦ of these phony✦ rappers✦ ripped✦ in pieces✦
No priest is strong enough✦ to take me out of my zone
I broke Jesus,✦ choke niggas✦ who squeal
Rob niggas✦ who steal, kill niggas✦ who kill
I'm too sick for a pill
Man these niggas✦ ain't real, they real fake
They say they a man but they fucking✦ with real snakes✦
That's when you put 'em in the trunk with their grill taped✦
Rip in reverse then run into✦ a steel gate
I'm a suicide✦ driver,✦ never✦ been a liar
If I don't kill you later,✦ I'm a kill you mañana✦
You don't want no problems
You don't want no drama✦
Nigga✦ I'mma✦ take a trip with your baby✦ momma✦
Suicide✦ driver✦
[Verse 7: Celph Titled]
You better✦ cross your T's
Cause we'll dot your eyes
You can say that you specialize✦ but Pharaohs will optimize✦
Backstage✦ will get a bitch back smacked there
The MAC glare like dirty✦ south pimp slap clap snares,✦ YEAH!
Holy✦ paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?
I'm Jesus✦ in the flesh so this is motherfucking✦ Christian✦ rap
Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret✦ Santa✦
My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers (yeah)
I made 'em go easy✦
And called✦ off the wolves✦ on my AOTP radio✦ CB
Cause y'all ain't worthy✦ of grenades and RPGs
Slit throat, hope you float with sardines✦ and seaweed (damn)
Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony
Listen✦ to the Hell we make (oh)
And a year before✦ your kids tenth birthday came
You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake
To see the nine flame
[Verse 8: Vinnie Paz]
Respect the G, my clique clap at you incessantly
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively
It ain't a rapper✦ that's alive✦ today✦ that's testing me
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry
A forty✦ ounce and Dutch Master✦ is the recipe✦
That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me
Give me a death mask, better✦ yet an effigy✦
I understand✦ the math of death and its complexity✦
I understand✦ how you was violently murked✦
I understand✦ how you was raised✦ under✦ the lies of the church
But understand✦ and recognize✦ that I'm cursed✦
With the ability✦ to end your fucking✦ lives✦ with a verse
[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, brat brat!
Pazman,✦ AOTP
ILL Bill on the beat
Billy✦ Crystal, La Coka!✦
AOTP