Kublai Khan

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumpin' the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studing deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbin it out And y'all ain't sayin' nothin' with a gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, its all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn [Hook: Stoupe] I melt mics 'til the sound waves - Nas America's Cream Team - U-God All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry - Cappadonna Brainwashed kid - Slick Rick We're bombing this rhyme faker??? [Verse 2: Goretex] Chemical, space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anarchist kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Botox Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my Glocks like a popular friend Sniffin' Oxycontin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jay Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin' an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth That's like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra Goretex, freedom, and we all stand with iced out clothes [Hook: Stoupe] [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Check it.. yo.. yo Now what it be's like, niggas wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, shit then I spit Most Accurate, Lex right in back of it Range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin' to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit Blow trial, might get the same time Gigante get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I polly with When I'm tryin' to score the third, its who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex From Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin', heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tighter than a virgin or Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be reppin' Wholesale drugs and weapons in the Dodge Intrepid, nigga [Hook: Stoupe] {Film samples} [Outro: Goretex] Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, what's good [Tragedy Khadafi] Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo Aura check {*Sound clip from Chorus continues*}