The God Supreme Jedi Mind Tricks

I feel sorry for you mo-motherfucker, you a waste
When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like [?] waist
I'mma a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, y'all see a [?]
How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green aimed at where your [?] is at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on his [?], show him how the gat tastes
There's a million motherfuckers in a rat race
I ain't part of that guard y'all can get gas face
Fuck all fakes, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks
Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake
If Vinnie here rapping, good hands like [?]

Its the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
Its the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell a fucking ambulance to get em

I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the fucking ground so I can take heads
Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all planet of the apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
This a case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different is a damn lie
You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried
I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets, motherfuckers cross you like a crucifix
It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an edge on a retro
Ill from the gecko, I just caught a homi
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi

Its the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
Its the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell a fucking ambulance to get em

Official Pistol Gang