And God Said To Cain Songtext
A-F-R-O as Don Corleone Don Corleone here to tell you about loyalty, respect and underground shit
The myth of a man let your bridges wither and dance
Oblivious now, primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
And I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd, the men, the rowdy, loudest towered sour diesel
Out to seek a pile of reeking, reaching demons, wild deacons
Denial deep, denial seek the child teachin' my own preachin' means
And thinkin' why I'm leavin' rhymes leakin' by the evenin'
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you handicapped, trapped in wheelchairs
Drop bomb, calm flow forming on
Important, I'm raw mob (Don Corleone)
Take this offer, the vengeance refuse to
Amend all you're used to, remember that you're useful
Uh, and the Godfather speaks
R.A. and Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on the beat
Let's get it!
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
Yo, to the piano blue diablo, do an Amadou Diallo
Out to Kilimanjaro, animal Italiano
Mario by a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow
Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado
Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm
Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom
Man Van Damme, kick a foe man tan
Wigawoo bam bam, bigalow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe
Sold my eighty Bananarama to har-di-har
Had to hammer the Alabama to where the crackers are
Animated Hannah-Barbera rather Cameron in avatar
Stamina like the men out of Panama passing the law
Mack and Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar
Rapping assassin like I'm back with Rawkus and Agallah
Pill to a pylaunchy, the ill Bill Cosby
Ill hobby, kill the body of Gagi, I killed Gandhi
Ya like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights
Mics syllables slain slit your [?] is a precise slice
Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life, Christ
And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise Christ, common
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
Common, the mythical man who come from indivisible fam
You pitiful fam, this shit is gonna get physical fam
You kicking the can, I'm visual like Dario Argento
Like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental
If that ain't what you was into, I'll slide inside of your mental
And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental
I body you with the Ginsu, but that'll probably be drawn
It's not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone
And I'mma probably be wrong and y'all will probably be on
The anomaly is how you'll be on a quality song
The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed
The bodies have been piling up like I've been silently calm
I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em
Riddlin with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline
A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy
And the only way to really begin again is to end again
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
You know who I am!
I'm back and ready to fight!
You know who I am!
Come out your belly and get shot drastically!
The myth of a man let your bridges wither and dance
Oblivious now, primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
And I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd, the men, the rowdy, loudest towered sour diesel
Out to seek a pile of reeking, reaching demons, wild deacons
Denial deep, denial seek the child teachin' my own preachin' means
And thinkin' why I'm leavin' rhymes leakin' by the evenin'
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you handicapped, trapped in wheelchairs
Drop bomb, calm flow forming on
Important, I'm raw mob (Don Corleone)
Take this offer, the vengeance refuse to
Amend all you're used to, remember that you're useful
Uh, and the Godfather speaks
R.A. and Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on the beat
Let's get it!
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
Yo, to the piano blue diablo, do an Amadou Diallo
Out to Kilimanjaro, animal Italiano
Mario by a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow
Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado
Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm
Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom
Man Van Damme, kick a foe man tan
Wigawoo bam bam, bigalow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe
Sold my eighty Bananarama to har-di-har
Had to hammer the Alabama to where the crackers are
Animated Hannah-Barbera rather Cameron in avatar
Stamina like the men out of Panama passing the law
Mack and Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar
Rapping assassin like I'm back with Rawkus and Agallah
Pill to a pylaunchy, the ill Bill Cosby
Ill hobby, kill the body of Gagi, I killed Gandhi
Ya like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights
Mics syllables slain slit your [?] is a precise slice
Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life, Christ
And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise Christ, common
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
Common, the mythical man who come from indivisible fam
You pitiful fam, this shit is gonna get physical fam
You kicking the can, I'm visual like Dario Argento
Like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental
If that ain't what you was into, I'll slide inside of your mental
And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental
I body you with the Ginsu, but that'll probably be drawn
It's not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone
And I'mma probably be wrong and y'all will probably be on
The anomaly is how you'll be on a quality song
The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed
The bodies have been piling up like I've been silently calm
I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em
Riddlin with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline
A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy
And the only way to really begin again is to end again
You go against the family, you get buried
It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P
Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies
And y'all could never fuck with JMT
(Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist)
You know who I am!
I'm back and ready to fight!
You know who I am!
Come out your belly and get shot drastically!
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