Told U

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You know that Vinnie spit the flyest shit I’ll burn your body in the fire pit I told you back in ‘96 about the biochip I guess you didn’t feel the god and wasn’t buying it And now it’s time for shit to realign and coincide with it I told you how that they would clone a human being I told you that they share the dough with Europeans I told you that the CIA trained Bin Laden And that the Vatican Catholicism been rotten I told you that the UFOs was real I told you about the crop circles they designed in the field Yeah I tried to teach you about Mumia Jamal Buy y’all ain’t listen to me, I’mma see his freedom or fall I tried to tell you about the real reasons for the war And how the old administration steal from the poor And how the world as we know it ain’t got much time I guess that I can’t make a difference with just one rhyme [Verse 2: Block McCloud] We signed the unsigned, frontline to backdrop Punchlines are cocaine cooked up to crack rock Chopped up, distributed, baselines they sniffing it Place your order, in half a minute delivered it In thirty seconds feel the dirty weapon in your bloodstream Like ultraviolet rays penetrating through the sunscreen Block McCloud raining down, feel the force upon ? Vinnie Paz ready for volcanic eruption Spontaneous combustion inhale the foreign substance Into your soul, fire in the hole, higher than an Empire State While desires to be told is the best kept secret like the pyramids in Egypt Mythic hieroglyphics, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Noah’s Ark Historic blown apart, Napoleon complex With the biggest bomb threat atomic nuclear attack Brooklyn Ac, Jedi Mind Tricks, fuckers read the fine print [Hook] I told you the underground is over now This the new generation and we hold it down I told you it’s Brooklyn Ac and Jedi Minds Ahead of their times, rebels with them devilish rhymes I told you you don’t wanna fuck around The boys from the hood that’ll stomp you out I told you these little ones is paper thin Fucking with heavyweights, lil' gangster let the games begin [Verse 3: Block McCloud] I told you I’m a Baptist, baptize your flock My flows is greater than Moses, capsize your yacht My immortal technique will clap nines at cops Act wise your heart might just flatline and stop I told homie I’ll sun you like a tanning salon I warn you it’s gonna happen, Bin Laden after the bomb Can’t see me in, I’m in caves and caverns Still my crazed chatter is engraved inside your brain’s grey matter Send your soul to Jacob’s Ladder, could’ve cashed in the tender Me and Vinnie Pazienza got a plan to make you fags throw Up the flag and surrender, we have an agenda To fight club, got fans that are members, too many cats to remember Revenge of the nerds, murderous pens in my pocket Protector look through the optical lens of a toxic avenger It’s the quiet before the storm, enjoy the tropical weather Cause when we pop it’s like the nuclear bombs they drop in the desert [Verse 4: Brooklyn Academy] Till I achieve my goal I stay writing in peace alone Reading scrolls deeper than anything Jesus knows See the code, the priest foretold the beast would roam From offshores of the beach of Rome A European orphan three sixes burned in a coffin For Vatican cashing in they get a piece of all this Massive building battle stations way out in orbit Satellites catching sights of lifeforms priceless poultry The technology’s theirs, the money’s corporate They look humanoid but the talk like they dolphins The sonic frequency deafens the human ear I’m not asking you believe, I’m just asking that you adhere My peers, this info is older than life, it’s limitless How you think Aztecs created sundials and pyramids? It came from the chariots of fire The Ac and Vinnie Paz casts a sentence of death to the truthless liar [Hook] I told you the underground is over now This the new generation and we hold it down I told you it’s Brooklyn Ac and Jedi Minds Ahead of their times, rebels with them devilish rhymes I told you you don’t wanna fuck around The boys from the hood that’ll stomp you out I told you these little ones is paper thin Fucking with heavyweights, lil' gangsters let the games begin