Cursed

[Verse 1: Diabolic] I step in the place with an empty stomach, I’m starving I run in someone’s apartment with a gun as a marksman When the Suffolk department runs up with a warrant Fuck the judge, I’m departing with the governor’s pardon Getting drunk with my squadron of prehistoric beasts If I even claw your cheek I’mma leave with all your teeth Fuck your prerecorded speech, I believe that talk is cheap When people caught your beef you just flee and call police While my composure’s kept closer than my foes could get Last time I broke a sweat your ho was soaking wet You chose to pose a threat and hoped I overslept Don’t hold your breath homie you’ll probably choke to death You know the rep, now go check your method and see The truth getting buried then resurrected as me Diabolic, I’m the message setting you free Like the Grand Dragon hanging by his neck from a tree [Verse 2: Smoothe Da Hustler] I hang with the illest, gangbang with the realest I ain’t staying the skill is, my aim is to kill us I stay chasing them figures, I came banging them triggers I’m in your cage to pillage, a bunch of angry gorillas Check niggas, deaf niggas, secs to listen saying they feel us Wanna hang with the fearless, yeah they can hang from the ceiling My name stay in the business, I maintain an appearance I can’t change in the mirror, y’all can’t paint in the picture I keep a shank in ya giblets, my naysayers are finished I lane change in a minute, my lane can’t be driven in I break day for the digits, I traded ‘caine with dealers I traded .38s for pay, traded greys with killers I say stay with your vision, my slang made an incision Some say I changed but the deal is, I just changed where I’m living So when I say it I did it you fake it I live it you play it I spit it You stay and I visit ya lady to get it, now let’s hit it [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] Doing niggas like vandalism, about to catch an aneurism, from my hammer’s rhythm Nigga damn who isn’t, while I just copped a brand new prism No money bitch but I grant you jism Street smarts buck sparks if I see marks on the grams you give em Real nigga bitch will glance you with him Long story to short, I’m like fuck if I die poor in New York When OG with OZs with 40 to snort From things I lust, blinged up, like King Tut bang all the sluts Blow no chips, pay off hookers and strangle ya bucks Niggas spaz .44 Mag to mangle his guts Only going to jail chained up ankle and up Face mask on like Hannibal Lecter My part of Queens the animal scepter You can’t handle the pressure, keep standing there, hand on ya pecker End up a tagged foot in forensic van bein' inspected nigga [Verse 4: Graph] I run with a strong army of gunmen, a cross on me So if death was coming may God warn me I keep sess coming, I’m puffing like Bob Marley I get your head busted bloody y’all laundry My money’s all bloody y'all, I’ll put money on, the front of y’all Skull if y’all saw me, get to running up off me I work hard, I ain’t comfy under some palm tree But I’m Hummer stunting jumping out of somethin' costly Fuck the law please, they ain’t plucking the gun up off me The handle’s hot, I feel like I’m tucking a cup of coffee Pack mad heater, feel like I’m rubbing the sun across me A black hand piece that I’m cupping is something frosty I got bitches on my nuts, some are horny Exhibit A, I can’t get your mother off me I’m diabolic, I’m dying watching some ? busting off ? Fire rockets the size of the projects bang bang