Crisis

[Intro: Sample]
Cartagena, Hong Kong, Amsterdam, Rome, and then it is shipped to the United States, now if we can break the circuit
A world away from the super markets of Manhattan, in Canarsie, a run-down section of Brooklyn

[Verse 1]
See I was taught to hate life, extort and take lives
Grave sites lobotomized with ancient steak knives
I pull the trigger, no hesitation, no stage fright
Heavy ammunition, got red faux for snake bites
Smoke your whole projects out, Jimmy Snuka you motherfuckers
My boot, pullin' objects out
Let's have a toast, I'm the Mexican omen, I'm so focused
I'll slit your throat, I'm the ghost of Lamont Coleman
My composition is triple sixes, it's Gore's Law
I leave motherfuckers dead under walls and floorboards
My whole life's uncalled for
Give me a reason to go off in public, I flood it with C4 (Blow)
Maybe or more for maximum carnage
Fly to Libya, killers hidden in back of compartments
My projects was 36 apartments a building
If we didn't know you, you'd be gettin' hit right for your Starter
L-train mean some bloody clothes, chilling with some face carvers
I'm in the Gucci links, used jeans and grey bomber
Sympathetic judges like my carats
Whether Polo, Rugby, and nihilist jackets with fly patches
Pursuing arson throughout my adult life, my cult life
Visions of 63rd Precinct breezing through gun fights
I'm on point, like an overdose of insulin
I hit the drug twice, see you talking but nothing's triggerin'
We can sound it out, we can battle it out
You want beef? I got a farm, faggot, I can bring the cattle out
The Arafat flow, I can show you decadence
I got a wall in the projects that's stacked, with dead presidents
When I'm gone they mourn me like Tookie, when they flipping switches
I'm up in District 9, Raiders cap, like rags to riches
Defy me I'm like highly enriched uranium
My cult guaranteed all black to fill stadiums
I'm all American, like 19 hijackers
The Supercoven sellin' out white to line backers
We die now, baby Bugattis and crime captains
Ready to die rappers, I cut you for side-cabbage

[Hook]
I'm sellin' Asians morphine to better prices
They can take it back to the restaurant and triple price it
I bought a car with six bundles and no license
I sell the pregnant fiend dope, we in the crisis

[Verse 2]
Going heavy, like that rape scene with Noodles
From Once Upon a Time in America, when we became ghouls
I sold narcotics on school grounds to pay cable
From takin' errands for made killers to plate tables
Luciferians on cocaine rock tours
Who's stoppin' me? Hashem programmed, tell me to pop off
Got 20 lookouts, my whole building'll get you knocked off
Mobbing the cloth, my kerosene lethal
Best in New York, fucker
Higher gun sales and paranoia, I'm up in court
My Chevy Dually roll over motherfuckers for sport
Blood farmers return, Paula Abdul pills and mood killers
Get ya buck-fifty a new face like Bruce Jenner

[Hook x2]
I'm sellin' Asians morphine to better prices
They can take it back to the restaurant and triple price it
I bought a car with six bundles and no license
I sell the pregnant fiend dope, we in the crisis