Tragedy Khadafi - Gorilla Rap lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] 25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid What up, let's pop these n***as heads the f** off, man It's on still, f** that, let's do it! [Raekwon] Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset Pull out them cannons, and let my n***a bed check Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich b**h, I'm guarded by them good ninjas Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals Flooded like the stone mizurics So when you see us, n***a wouldn't knee us The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your who*e We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up Eight eight k**as, sorta like the bullocks The wolf child, lift n***as faster than sit-ups So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers This is all made from the pictures Automatic exchanges, bad boom k**as and rangers Violate me, you'll die in the rain, b**h [Hook: samples scratched up] "You got guns, got guns too" "Watch me -- sh** ain't a game, recognize the G" "You got guns, got guns too" "Off seasons, I keeps it gully" "You got guns, got guns too" "Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual" "You got guns, got guns too" "It's going down like that" [Tragedy Khadafi] When I write, floods occuring, arks get built Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents k**ed Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin Egyptian j**elry, made the dead rise of the tombs Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb Used to f** with all types of thugs, all types of d** Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest 2-5, we gon' ride til the government k** us Banana clip in the mack, where n***as act gorilla The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved sh** Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it I'm legendary, sk**s in the art of war vary I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids... [Hook]