It's a Beautiful Thing - Slaine, Ill Bill, La Coka Nostra

I deal out physical justice and actual facts

I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie’s tracks

If I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn’t believe

The depths of the deviance that I can conceive

I overachieve, I’m underrated

I got you under pressure, I’m over medicated

The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it

Got on stage at your show and I defecated

Every rhyme I spit, is the ultimate

Truth from the pulpit, let’s cut the bullshit

It’s fucking Coka, taking over

The wrath of Jehovah’s like a supernova

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

I pull out my sword and I cut you down

The wrath of the Lord’s what I’m bringing 'round

Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

They call me Mr. White!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what its like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

They call me Mr. White!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing

My competition’s presentation is so damn weak

I’m all knowing with AK’s like Mozambique

So gangster when I creep up, pull a trigger, eagle buck

We don’t give a fuck, even Jesus is leaking blood

From a distance you might wonder what he’s seizing from

But on closer inspection you see it’s the heat from the gun

That’s makin' his body rise, homicide, I’mma ride

Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it’s drama time

ILL Bill, I’m a product of the projects

My conduct — complex — I like hot sluts that suck my dick

I’m multi-faceted, a real deep individual

I’m into new pussy, new cars, and new pistols too

This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man

Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra;

we stand

For honor amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves

A federation of terror in a war with the beast

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

It’s Billy Crystal!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

It’s Billy Crystal!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing

They call me fuckingCharlie Hustle with his knuckles gnarly,

Puffin' marley with a muffled mumble saying nothing hardly

Truck Denali, everybody hottie

Buying snotty-nosed hoes, totally out of our skulls

Soles on my timbos, powder white outta sight

Knuckles brashed as a baby, I don’t even gotta fight

My teams high, we blast for funds

Our whole world revolve around cash and guns

DMS villains, the coke and the dro smokers

That poke holes in your hoe’s chocha

From the brokenest cold sofa to posin' with dough in limos and old chauffeurs

You should know already now 'cause I told most of ya’s

We bullshit with Bolsheviks, guineas, and micks

Kykes, gooks, spooks, and spics

It’s a cold world with ruthlessness

So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

They call me Slaine!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing

I represent what it mean to be true to the game

Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain

They call me Slaine!

— Ain't a more suitable name

La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing