Vinnie Paz - The God Supreme lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I feel sorry for your mom muhf**er, you a waste When I say that you my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist I'm a gorilla, God, jungle is my habitat Murder many infidel, Ya**er Arafat How you wanna talk sh** and tuck your chain after that Infrared beam green, aim it where your cabbage at Dirty money lord you can check the back plate Run up on this ras clot, show him how the gat tastes It's a million muhf**as in the rat race I ain't part of that God, y'all can get the gas face f** all fates, see you at Allah gates All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks Pies and jums, I'mma let 'em all bake And if Vinnie here, rap in good hands like Allstate [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz] It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no f**s that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell the f**ing ambulance to get 'em [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I'm always trying to break bread Always trying to take the f**ing crown so I can take heads Underground rappers, more bummier than ba**-heads Head-shots leave y'all Planet of The Apes dead Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid sh** Philly streets, muhf**ers cross you like a crucifix In sha Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi' The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz] Official Pistol Gang(x2)