Design In Malice

[Verse 1: Young Zee] If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed With a knife big as a claw of an Alaskan crab Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks All y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat Then I come open up the spot with Coconut Ciroc So the hoes'll suck some cock Then I'll forget to call her, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder 1-5 catch us off X's and dust Whole clique of registered sex offenders Pop shit, we'll hold your funeral XVIs Niggas' money come in Roman numerals Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers Cause y'all niggas' money took a muscle relaxer [Hook: Pacewon] (x4) I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme It's work, not how I pass the time [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Our music's strong enough to stop a bomb I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam? Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb? You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum' Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father gone I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon's on Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in 'Nam I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone [Hook] (x4) [Verse 3: Jus Allah] You don't have to search and question I have the purse and the murder weapon Never get a second chance to make a first impression I'm no virgin to murder and I'm an urban legend Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators I don't like traitors or story corroborators In any problem I'm the common denominator My behaviour is the product of intoxicators I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked Don't even ask, there's somebody in the body bags The blood matches what's on the hatchets and hockey mask I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise I don't have to economize the homicides You tell Jesus to take the wheel, my faith is nil I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill