The God Supreme

I feel sorry for you mo-motherfucker, you a waste When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith The guns mad big like [?] waist I'mma a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat Murder many infidel, y'all see a [?] How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that Infrared beam green aimed at where your [?] is at Dirty money lord you can check the back plate Run up on his [?], show him how the gat tastes There's a million motherfuckers in a rat race I ain't part of that guard y'all can get gas face Fuck all fakes, see you at Allah gates All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake If Vinnie here rapping, good hands like [?] Its the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm Its the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell a fucking ambulance to get em I'm always trying to break bread Always trying to take the fucking ground so I can take heads Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads Head-shots leave y'all planet of the apes dead Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly This a case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby Anybody told you any different is a damn lie You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit Philly streets, motherfuckers cross you like a crucifix It's 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 edge on a retro Ill from the gecko, I just caught a homi The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi Its the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm Its the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell a fucking ambulance to get em Official Pistol Gang