Non Phixion - Big Don Vincenzo lyrics

[Goretex] What up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows I'm on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track Pa**ing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians Predicting stardom like a swami I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft bread, and fried pastrami Eatin hearty like Luca Brasi, I gotta call Billy Batts To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, Hitachis Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic Bucktown goes BIZARRE k**in fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr To the max, I keep it, rugged for days PJ's be like a maze got these n***as in a verbal haze Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini My cla**ic hip-hop's equivalent to Paganini Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadies With cracker b**hes, who look a lot like Ally Shedi sh** is real dunn, Brooklyn k**ings with guns So give up your funds, next time you see me on the roof-tops