Abdallah Azzam Brigade

You thought you were under control? Yes
And similarly if you felt that pressure on
The right side of your head
That made you turn right?
Yes, I look to the right
And, so you were controlled
By these transmitters? Yes
Yes did you have any theories at the time
As to who was doing the controlling?
Noummmwait, I figured that must been
Somebody who was watchin' the
Vehicle I was drivin' that
Was pretty close by

Yeah, if it's war, we gon' fight
My shooters on the roof before they snipe
Snatch like a dyke
You'll be gone before the night
So, don't force me
Or you'll get crucified with your wife
Yeah, the clip is loaded
I spray the whole thing
Keep thinkin' it's a game
And lose your whole frame
This cocaine, I'm known to spit that propane
Eatin' whack rappers shittin'
Out gold chains i see your pipeline is leaky
You can TEC-9 squeaky
Nigga, save all that love shit for Kiki
Geechi, two daggers on me like Siddiqui
Yeah, I find beauty in horror
Check the god aura, rats get lit up like
Who want rump with the god?
Must be outta your mind, what
Kinda drug is you on, huh?
Somebody definitely dyin' when the hecklers

I got a M4, Glock 45 and a Uzi
AK-47 and Heckler Desert Eagle confuse me
I'ma lose my cool, you not a hustler
You a foolish dude
You play the block like a blind
Person holdin' a Rubik's cube
Maserati, Boxcutter, split your jaw
I gut you, and leave ya guts drippin'
Over the kitchen floor this is war, you a
Sippin' at a liquor store
Put your liver all over your bitch's wall
Then go to jail happily
You cut from a different cloth too
I'm puttin' you in that box like a factory
Fuck a disaster, I'm a disastrophy
Light ya ass up, your backpack need a battery
This is battery assault, assault rifle if ya
Put you six feet
Now I bet you understandin' me
Dammit, we need another body bag
Shotty bang, yeah I'm in my homi' bag
If that don't kill you, you
Leavin' in a body cast, nigga!

Draw 'em in a tank
Overdose, grimey slang, Coka Nos'
Howie gang

You know Chinaski spit that murder shit
That cause all type of nervousness
Once the converted click it's a tourniquet

Harbinger poet like Valmiki
45 Caliber claw, the Dashiki (ta ta ta ta)
Strap boys gon' make a drive
For this by weekly
Ever since I took the Shahadah, Allah feed me
(Allahu Akbar) the 36 cripple his will
My mind is pure Einstein, limitless pill
It's no sweat off my back
That's a frivolous kill
Alhamdulillah, praise God, vision fulfilled
C'mon, homie, this a chopstick
Blow you in two
Both arms get a workout, row a canoe
I got a shooter named Musa
And he know what to do
If you want the cocoa liquor
You should go to Peru
You don't live by the G-code
And showin' your eyes
I will scar you for life, homie
You can choke on your lies
You sayin' you was there in the trap
I ain't never seen your face, pa
Where is you at? Toma!