Egyptian Moses - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

He who drink blood from the Nile hate the taste

Seen a nun take a demon dick straight to the face

Seen my uncle cook crack like he baking a cake

Matter fact baked brownies with a eight of the shake

Russel Simmons signed the Beastie Boys high on woolas

Rick Rubin was high too when Rick The Ruler was a shooter

Cuban link cable hanging lower than the table

My goons flip you’ll be handing over all the paper

Gymnastic flip coke and murder weapons

Savages make your bitch blow the german shepherd

Renegades of doom Supercoven shoot you mother

Gucci jumper Uzi dumper Uzis under 'zuzi bumpers

Kalashnikovs under camouflage, grafting of the fluoride

True and living human God, shooter squads

Oracle like a Futura' mural

Never taking shorts, cause Brooklyn’s always the borough

Egyptian Moses 24 karat king tut piece

Fuck the Police Righteousness versus lust and deceit

Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed

Rest in peace Uncle Howie

Rest in peace Sean P

Egyptian Moses 24 karat king tut piece

Fuck the Police Righteousness versus lust and deceit

Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed

Rest in peace Uncle Howie

Rest in peace Sean P

My goons corrupt like carpenter’s union down to construction

Oven trusted you wrapped in the carpet tied with your lungs busted

?gripe warnings of god protective of vets?

Fertilized flesh left you with the burgundy vest

Surgeon Koresh carverners can’t determine your sex

The soul arrest rest no sweat we bury pussies in warchests

Forty tubes emerge from your neck you ain’t a soldier yet

The P96 got me holding all the soviets

Tooth and Nail encrypted bones where the evil roam

Im sipping vino, guns up sleeves like the Gambino home

My synagouge invert the priest until his wig is gone

Incinerated my hearts winter like a simple bomb

Artillery like pakistani tecs with the hidden charm

Doctor giggles chemical agents with the kitchen arms

They call me «Pyrex guns», from reps on the stove

Like Perry King from Riptide throw coke on the boats

When I walk into the room y’all better switch your demeanor

Or your team getting washed like a trip to the cleaner

It was love when I pit my first clip in a nina

And my dunny flip birds like he giving the finger

And this ain’t nothing lightweight this is a code red

This batiman family left him alone dead

How you gonna say that you eat when there’s no bread

I’m dressed to kill in all black like the phone dead

Isaac 14:21, it’s a slaughtering

God made a firmament, astrological origin

A younger God asked me to interpret the Quran for him

He told me that the smokeless flame of fire had tortured him

Pour some fucking goose, get Billie some Bob Marley

Or we gon' pop out in the dark like surprise parties

Extended clips they gon' give me like five extra

Make Salat, beam on the Glock and apply pressure