Creed Of The Greedier

[Verse 1: Slaine] It's the return of the assassin I believe in the creed of the greedier Bash in your skull with guns, I'm deceiving the media Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving immediate Breathing the weed speeding and I ain't hitting medians either Fuck the Bible, I'm writing my lyrics and read them to Jesus Fight with spirits and sleep in a bed with the rifle near it I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen Copped the bundles in Harlem and sell packs of the beans Rolling in stolen cars leaving accident scenes Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans When you hear me rhyming wonder what has happened to me I had a wet brain, but I came back spectacularly I got a third rail on the train tracks will zap me * That's why I'm just the way I am, this is actually me I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a G [Hook] My greed gets me everything The means to fulfill any dream Sparked by the endless greed As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed My greed gets me everything The means to fulfill any dream Inclined to refine my creed As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed [Verse 2: Ill Bill] It's the return of the cult leader I believe in the creed of the greedier Final Destination like a plane careening and speeding Like a demon in my blood stream bleeding anemia Better yet I'm even worse than that speaking leukemia Premium goods like overpriced diamonds that cut glass Coka without the Cola and the white mustache The brand you can trust We high-powered and coked up Hole in the head looking like a powdered donut Or like sho'nuff from the last track and cash stacking up Pull out the black Magnum now your ass is backing up I've been the poster child for coke piled higher than the heavens I can pile the streets rioting with peasants Drinking cocktails and partying with rock stars Throwing molotov cocktails at cop cars I said it’s the return of the cult leader and Coka Nostra's the crew Point the finger over here we pointing toasters at you [Hook] [Verse 3: Danny Boy] It's the return of Danny Boy La Coka Nostra build and destroy all Lock it down like a dog’s jaw in a dog brawl We get it on y’all, set it on you Roll the red carpet over your head and shred it on you We men of honor, amongst the cold-blooded anacondas With invisible barcodes and transponders I see the chemtrails acknowledge everything homie But don't trip though cause God is everything homie I came a long way from airports and highways I took the wrong way but yo I did it my way I took you from the House of Pain to the House of Slaine Down the road to Hell but made it back without going insane Thinking one step ahead of these lames Same super group, homie, we the best in the game It's the return of Danny Boy and La Coka Nostra Creed of the greedier, but I already told ya [Hook] [Outro: Phil Donohue] When you see the greed and the concentration of power Did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism? And whether greed is a good idea to run on? [Outro: Milton Friedman] Well first of all, tell me; Is there some society you know that doesn’t run on greed? You think Russia doesn’t run on greed? You think China doesn’t run on greed? What is greed? Of course none of us are greedy It’s only the other fella who's greedy