[Intro: Samples & Godfather Don]
Yeah
Listen close, listen close...
Ghetto, ghetto...
Check it
Yeah
Down here in the basement
Check out your socks
I'ma lay down lot of 'em
Black butter
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
The whole world's under siege, son
From guns you wanna bleed madness
Consumes the baddest, niggas and wannabe's
I come to see cadavers while devil's laughin' at carcasses
The carnage is harder than Barnabas leavin' Spartacus
[?] portals open through ill combinations
The kill I'm encased in, armor designed in basеments
And domination can break the will of thе iller
The corpse stiller, the chemist, menace to killers
Concoctin' potions from brain juice and tons of plasma
The son and master, here comes disaster then I plunder after
Children and women are swimmin' in pools of cess test
You fools next, just watch the flex as the text wracks
The loose cannon, jammin' a handful of famine
We're sendin' your beepers, you can't see the reaper
And in fact, I attack saps like ten million Sleastaks
Release raps that back down your weak acts
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Are you ready for confrontation between nations of ideology?
Physical fallacy, you wanna challenge me?
I see the look of death upon your face what you facin'
It's racin' with your maker to a cold dark place
Where Satan controls the level of destruction and the vicious
Suspicious pastors, master, rules of the militias
To lay waste to holy lands and projects
Demons, they cat track with mad texts
Your whole set in effect sweat
As I dissect the methods, you catch it on a humble
Your plans crumble, efforts for none, nowhere to run to
I want you to lay bleedin' while your men slither away
I slay like wind ninja to find all your kin injured
I'll send you back to the filth and the ameba
You invert the cross, of course you're feelin' fever
I'll leave a big hole in your ass, create a vortex
That's why your shit sucks and you get fucked by the raw text
And more vexed than God when he looked upon Sodom
So I release the beast to flame the leaf your name rot
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
When there's no room in hell, a dead show walk the earth
My birth right's to fight the worst mic [?]
Plus the [?] penetrates through [?] like indo flows
I put in blows that go straight through windows
It's not the end though, it's seven signs of the apocalypse
No rocket ships, only the fist of God can put a stop to this
Load up the Four-Four's, Glock, Nines and Mac-11's
Attack the Sevens, I rain fire and black the heavens
The Four Horsemen, the Norsemen remain malicious
I bust a fictitious like decibels [?]
Delicious, the flavor of death pleases the taste buds
Don't waste slugs 'cause it does damage 'cause I stay buzzed
Downtown forever, you clowns will never test that
I'll leave you chest gap and [?] no class can [?] back
I sneak through deceits of battle, disease your cattle
Strategically strike with the grease that make your knees rattle
I catch you on my shores as war revelations
So tell a nation, I'm at war like the Haitian
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Outro: Godfather Don]
Yeah
Definitely, representin' in the 9-5...
Yeah
Listen close, listen close...
Ghetto, ghetto...
Check it
Yeah
Down here in the basement
Check out your socks
I'ma lay down lot of 'em
Black butter
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
The whole world's under siege, son
From guns you wanna bleed madness
Consumes the baddest, niggas and wannabe's
I come to see cadavers while devil's laughin' at carcasses
The carnage is harder than Barnabas leavin' Spartacus
[?] portals open through ill combinations
The kill I'm encased in, armor designed in basеments
And domination can break the will of thе iller
The corpse stiller, the chemist, menace to killers
Concoctin' potions from brain juice and tons of plasma
The son and master, here comes disaster then I plunder after
Children and women are swimmin' in pools of cess test
You fools next, just watch the flex as the text wracks
The loose cannon, jammin' a handful of famine
We're sendin' your beepers, you can't see the reaper
And in fact, I attack saps like ten million Sleastaks
Release raps that back down your weak acts
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Are you ready for confrontation between nations of ideology?
Physical fallacy, you wanna challenge me?
I see the look of death upon your face what you facin'
It's racin' with your maker to a cold dark place
Where Satan controls the level of destruction and the vicious
Suspicious pastors, master, rules of the militias
To lay waste to holy lands and projects
Demons, they cat track with mad texts
Your whole set in effect sweat
As I dissect the methods, you catch it on a humble
Your plans crumble, efforts for none, nowhere to run to
I want you to lay bleedin' while your men slither away
I slay like wind ninja to find all your kin injured
I'll send you back to the filth and the ameba
You invert the cross, of course you're feelin' fever
I'll leave a big hole in your ass, create a vortex
That's why your shit sucks and you get fucked by the raw text
And more vexed than God when he looked upon Sodom
So I release the beast to flame the leaf your name rot
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
When there's no room in hell, a dead show walk the earth
My birth right's to fight the worst mic [?]
Plus the [?] penetrates through [?] like indo flows
I put in blows that go straight through windows
It's not the end though, it's seven signs of the apocalypse
No rocket ships, only the fist of God can put a stop to this
Load up the Four-Four's, Glock, Nines and Mac-11's
Attack the Sevens, I rain fire and black the heavens
The Four Horsemen, the Norsemen remain malicious
I bust a fictitious like decibels [?]
Delicious, the flavor of death pleases the taste buds
Don't waste slugs 'cause it does damage 'cause I stay buzzed
Downtown forever, you clowns will never test that
I'll leave you chest gap and [?] no class can [?] back
I sneak through deceits of battle, disease your cattle
Strategically strike with the grease that make your knees rattle
I catch you on my shores as war revelations
So tell a nation, I'm at war like the Haitian
[Chorus x4: Godfather Don]
Listen close, this is your brain on skills
Listen close and how we represent the real
[Outro: Godfather Don]
Yeah
Definitely, representin' in the 9-5...
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