Mossad

[Verse 1: Slaine] I was born in Dorchester in the midst of the torn seventies With bad memories, bad habits, and sworn enemies Terrifying prospects, baptized in fire Black Irish chipped teeth, fast lives and liars Cars with fast tires, bitches with no morals Money with no questions, caskets with no florals Bodies with no headstones, dirt naps and apathy I grew up in this, now the worst cats is after me Junkies and con artists with the rivals and survivalists Eyes emits a deep abyss, I sleep with this connivingness No wonder why this virus blister when you ride with us We can’t rid of all the sickness that’s inside of us It’s just a gun but it feels like it’s such a heavy burden It’s just a song but I feel the need to fit every word in It’s just some whiskey but I can feel that the Chevy swerving Are you ready to die now? You better be certain [Hook x2] Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God Close to the jackpot though the road is hard I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Fools cause problems to rise start eons ago Shoot on targets and dive bomb, we on a roll Ski on the snow, try not to sniff yourself off the cliff Know the ledge, know who your enemy, be certain who’s your friend My shooters laugh at things like human trafficking And looming anarchy, impending doom, consuming savagery But keeping it real goes wrong it’s not funny You can your aim fucked up like Slick Rick when he shot his cousin I seen the worm holes through sherm smoke Seen family members burn coke and OD then turn cold Secret to surviving is not dying and pop iron Stop trying to be something you’re not, stop lying Death and life are in the power of the tongue Watch your mouth, what you say could get you showered with the gun Crew spray your soul away Draped in hatred and torture Bones Brigade like Stacy Peralta [Hook x2]