Hakim - Vinnie Paz, O.C., A.G.

From the Bronx to Philly, only real niggas feel me

Sucker-proof is how they built me

We outlast trends, pay attention to your friends

See me in a train, might see me in a Benz

No matter where you see me, I’m official

That’s without the whistle even without a pistol

Known for launching missiles, my air strikes

Check these clowns like Air Nikes

Your whole team against me and Paz, that’s a fair fight

Pro-black nigga, even when I wear white

We raise the price like fare hikes

I just want a clear mic to make sure these niggas hear right

The giant, worldwide fans and street clients

Put you in a box and call it the sweet science

Before you start, we have won

That’s cause the cloth I’m cut from

D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)

Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)

Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)

D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)

Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)

Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)

It’s moments like these when in the zone ain’t the word

First time my words relate with thirty-three in the third

Nerve endings respond to the sound of the drums

Taught myself breath control as I can strip my lungs

Each line makes sense, I don’t just flap my gums

Talking loose leaf the target, the pen is my gun

Tactician know to reincarnate Isoroku Yamamoto

The one responsible for the attack on Pearl Harbor

Die hard bloggers love getting the followers

To start commentaries 'bout whose shit’s magnanimous

Character traits of funny style artists

Get the taste smacked out of they mouth for spitting garbage

The solution for half-wits, we solve it

Toss little pumpkin bombs like Green Goblin

Take the heads of so-called kings that sip wine from a goblet

Looting cash just for they profits

D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)

Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)

Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)

D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)

Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)

Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)

Listen

And while they blood clot, all of y’all swimming with sharks

And the closest one to you, he be living with narcs

Everybody have a choice, but you live in the dark

And with this bulldog, ain’t nobody live when it barks

Every rhyme is a very small glimpse in the dark

And these dumb-dumbs going to put a rip in your heart

I don’t waste time money, I’m efficient with art

I was leaving Jordan, three foot prints in the park

You talk a lot, ock, and you ain’t got the nerve

The four pound milli' silly, but the Glock absurd

I’ve been rocking Philly all the way to Gothenburg

Copped the bird and distribute it until I got the word (¡Qué rico chico!)

Half moon, park, God, dark fade

Armor on all y’all, car wash, car sprayed

D.I.C.I., happy that we parlayed

Callaway went thataway, Pa Clark Gabe