[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]

You know the Don's armed with sixteen

And I do harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage

Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, slipping the fabrics

Pull up wit' some big shit, lieutenant shit, hitting the hazards

Spot a bitch wit' that Cris habit, gotta have it

Fuck shorty and send her OT wit' a brick in her baggage

Roll where the clubs at slip for the rabbit

Trick only lick dick status to get cabbage

She get lathered to the dick baptist

Who back on the map? Giancana wit' a vengeance

It's drama to the finish, put the Llama to your appendix

And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood

I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)

This where the buck stops, fuck props

Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?

Thought I was done and wasn't touching the block?

Still real, busting the Glock

Put up and you can see it (blaow) what up now?

[Chorus]

"I'll exile barbarian style like an executor"

Wanna test Vinnie Paz man (Jedi Mind Tricks)

Enforce the moves on fools

And If I'm provoked, I'll let the pistol smoke

[Break: Mike Tyson]

Everybody talks and they like I'm losing my head, I'm losing confidence and that I'm talking loud and vulgar

I'm talking vulgar because I'm angry at what I've experienced all my years through this and I'm just angry!

Everyone else has the right to be angry too but that's just how I express myself

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Yo, bust a motherfucking gat to this

Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics

I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate

My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it

My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it

I'm salty, miserable cat that slap shorties

Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly

I don't even clap, young boy, he clap for me

Chain hang down on my dick, I'm that gaudy

I don't even fuck with you cats, you rap poorly

I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny

With a wack army, we barkin' at you

And Vinnie Paz hold a hammer like a carpenter do

You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around

And if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground

We buckin' 'em down, 'cause that's how wrong my life is

Y'all don't overstand how fuckin' strong my wife is

I'm from a time where every song was righteous

Before rap was just a swarm of white kids

And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness

Or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters

I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers

Let 'em suck the blood till your form is lifeless

[Break: Vinnie Paz]

What! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz, daddy! Jedi Mind Tricks! (Yeah!)

[Chorus]

"I'll exile barbarian style like an executor"

Wanna test Vinnie Paz man (Jedi Mind Tricks)

Enforce the moves on fools

And If I'm provoked, I'll let the pistol smoke

[Outro: Mike Tyson]

I'm a man, I - Listen

I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to waste my life cuz when I die, I'm going to paradise

And I'm not worried so I'm in a hurry to die

So no one's gonna disrespect me and no one's gonna write a nonsense about me without me retaliating back