SLAINE - It's A Beautiful Thing lyrics

[Verse 1: Everlast] I deal out physical justice and actual facts I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe The depth of the deviance that I can conceive I overachieve, I'm underrated I've got you under pressure, I'm over medicated The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it Got on stage at your show and I defecated Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullsh** It's f**ing Coka, taking over The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova Amazing grace, how sweet the sound I pull out my sword and I cut you down The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound Hook x2 I represent what it means to be true to the game Or what its like what a hollow tip'll do to your brain They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing [Verse 2: Ill Bill] My competition's presentation is so damn weak I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique So gangster when I creep up Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a f** Even Jesus is leakin' blood From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex I like hot s*uts that s** my dick I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual Limited to new p**y, new cars and new pistols too This is who I am, you wonder how I k** a man Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra we stand For honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves A federation of terror in a war with the beast Hook x2 I represent what it means to be true to the game Or what its like what a hollow tip'll do to your brain It's Billy Crystal!, ain't a more suitable name La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing [Verse 3: Slaine] They call me f**in' Charlie Hustle with his knuckles, Now they puffing marley with a muffled mumble saying nothin' hardly Truck Denali e'rybody hottie Buyin' snotty nosed hoes, totally out of our skulls Soles on my timbos, powder white outta sight Knuckles brashed as a baby, I don't even gotta fight My teams high, we blast for funds Our whole world revolve around cash and guns DMS villains, the coke and the 'dro smoker And poke holes in your ho's chocha From the brokenest cold sofa [?] dough and MO's and old chauffeurs You should know already now cause I told most of ya's We bullsh** with Bolsheviks, guineas, and micks, kykes, cooks, and spics It's a cold world with ruthlessness So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this Chorus