Gore Elohim - Crisis lyrics

[Verse 1: Gore Elohim] See I was taught to hate life, extort and take lives Grave sites lobotimized with ancient stake knives I pull the trigger, no heistation, no stage fright Heavy amunition, got ? for snake bites Smoke your whole projects out, Jimmy Snuka you motherf**ers ? pulling objects out Let's have a toast, I'm the Mexican omen, I'm so focused I'll slit your throat, I'm the goast of Lamar Coleman My composition is tripple sixes, it's Gore's Law I'm leaving motherf**ers dead under walls and floorboards My whole life's uncalled for Give me a reason to go off in public I flood it with C4 Maybe more for maximum carnage Fly to Libya, k**ers hidden in back of compartments My project was 36 appartments building If we didn't know you, you'd be getting hit right for your starter L-train need some bloody cloth, chilling with some face carvers I'm in the Gucci link, grey jeans and great bama? Sympathetic judges like my carats Wether polo, rugby, nihilist jackets with fly patches ? arson throughout my adult life, my cult life Visions of 63rd precinct breezing through gun fights I'm on point, like an overdose of insulin I hit the drug twice, see you talking but nothing's triggering We can sound it out, we can battle it out You want beef? I got a farm, f*ggot, I can bring the cattle out The Arafat flow, I can show you decadance I got a wall in the projects that's stacked with dead presidents When I'm gone they mourn me like Tookie, when they're flipping switches I'm up in District 9, Raiders cap, like rags to riches Defy me I'm like highly enriched uranium My cult guaranteed all black to fill stadiums I'm all all American like 19 hijackers The Supercoven selling out white to line backers We die now, baby Bugattis and crime captains Ready to die rappers, I cut you for side-cabbage [Hook] I'm selling Asians morphine to better prices They can take it back to the restaurant and triple price it I bought it cop with six bundles and no license I sell a pregnant fiend dope - we in the crisis [Verse 2: Gore Elohim] Going heavy, like that rape scene with Noodles From Once Upon a Time in America, when we became goons I sold narcotics on school grounds to pay cable From taking errands for made k**ers to plate tables Lucifarians on c**aine rock tours Who's stopping me? Hashem programmed, tell me to pop off Got 20 lookouts, my whole building'll get you knocked off Mobbing the ?, my kerosene lethal, best in New York, f**er Higher gun sales and paranoia, I'm up in court My Chevy Dually roll over motherf**ers for sport Blood farmers return, Paula Abdul pills and mood k**ers Get ya buck-fifty a new face, like Bruce Jenner [Hook x2]