Heads Or Tails

[Intro] (*German sample in the background*) Yeah, check it out; Snowgoons You know what I'm sayin', Kamachi Big Virt, Jus Allah Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the fucking deal? The Snowgoons (Snowgoons) Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi Big Virt (Yeah, yeah) Jus Allah (Yeah, nigga) [Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Yo, at the door of the lord my death gospel sings It’s what I serve the kings, I’m an angel with dirty wings From Hell’s church, funeral bells work Chief, Jus and Virt, we crush the earth We love to kill like you love the dirt Code red alert, the guns go berserk Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work I’ll write another verse and send another curse Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, “Emergency” High like the heavens cause that’s where I prefer to be DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery It’s murder in the thirty-third degree Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me (And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt) (The real motherfuckers better recognize real) (The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real) [Verse 2: Virtuoso] Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, fuck it, who wants some? Pawn 'em like the spectre of death we reppin' Boston Smash y’all motherfuckers, you can’t touch us The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture Pain slashin' cut you, get the cat of nine tails Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails You faggots spittin' fabrications, figments of imagination You won’t get the picture until I flip and smash your face in Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking spear Your whole cipher’s scared cause they know the Titan’s here The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when I’m aiming them Spittin' metal that’ll penetrate your cranium Tried saving them, but fuck that, now I’m maimin' 'em Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan Next I’m breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit Started swingin' on you motherfuckers like Manny Ramirez (The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real) [Verse 3: Jus Allah] Return your motherfucking soul before my next blunt gets rolled I eat you motherfuckers whole before the blood gets cold Truth be told, you talk like a two years old Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold When my rhyme begins everything that’s on your mind ends Each line from divine's like vitamins Every message from Allah is like medicine Every one of them could purify the Devil’s sins Fuckin' fool, you probably flunked pre-school We ain’t equals, I ain’t readable You’re one step above your own mother feeding you Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal You couldn’t get this high without a fucking needle And a fuckin' supply to fry three people [Outro] (Like M.O.P., nigga, I'll mash you out) (And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt) (The real motherfuckers better recognize real) (You're fuckin' with the wrong clan and the wrong man) (Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real) (Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)