[Intro: Pusha T]

King Push

RZA

Razor

Execution

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

The devil is a lie

You ain't broke bread 'till you taste the devil's pie

They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries

What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise

Them wings don't fly; your traitor is your neighbor

At your front porch, and he's handing you your paper

Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath

And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street

It's the mark of the beast

The meek shall inherit the Earth; the weak shall inherit the dirt

You each should have perished at birth, stillborn or aborted

Every street tax gotta come with an audit

Either your life, or your loved ones, straight razor or a snub-gun

From the village where the thugs from

Same corner that you copping all your drugs from

He a hero, but he unsung, I'm the one

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Ayo homie, the chambers is 36, they new and improved

Now make a move, these guns whistle, sizzle up dudes

Who got big mouths, no power

Run in the bank with no dollars, got the nerve to switch crews

We better than the rest of 'em, my guess is the estrogen

And all the money we got, we move like the Mexicans

A cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale in Scarsdale

I fuck with golf now, Shallah is ill

Yeah, the coke is fresh, straight out of Bermuda yo

Or chilling on a beach in Boca Chica

With tuna salads and palaces, yo, we smoke out them chalices

Passing of the balances of bread to the Island since

1984, the blow was just more

Then we would come through with rifles rockin Nike boots and war

A real nigga's invention that came from a henchman

Who blew up, now throw the Wu up, that's my redemption

[Hook: Pusha T]

Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life

Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life

You niggas talking, but you ain't never seen 'em

Imagine being first name basis with the kingpin

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

God, I was Lucifer's neighbor

You wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper

Moving with lasers under Rugers

Make a move, you make the papers, lose lose situation

Sweat or blood, you get to choose what you bathe in

The chemists cookwork, the runners; footwork

The custies took work, the soldiers put work in

On any one of the motherfuckers who fuck up good work

Bosses tell 'em: 'Good work,' that's just how the hood work

Northface bubble with eight bundles under it

Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it

I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm fucking with

My moms threw that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it

Champ hoodie, Mongoose with the pegs

Clap your stoop up, hit moms duke in her legs

That's beef nigga, y'all ain't street niggas

Y'all peep niggas, write it down and try to be niggas

Fucking everything, neck heavy swing

Second-hand swept across that pretty Breitling

In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy thing peddling

Whatever bring 'fetti in, steadily I fed my whole team

[Hook: Pusha T]

Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life

Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life

You niggas talking, but you ain't never seen 'em

Imagine being first name basis with the kingpin

[Verse 4: Pusha T]

In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso

Niggas get the picture I ain't got to paint the nostrils

You know my origins is over when

Fat black bitches singing over organs

Die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow

You save that for the one you buying red bottoms

Yuugh! That's the price you gotta pay for it

All's fair in love and war, she masquerade for it

Woo! Jack-O-Lantern Push

Trick or treat, fuck your shit, I earned it off the books

Now listen to me vent

When you sitting watch, it's like the tires being spent

Shots from everywhere, but they never make a dent

Knight in shining armor

Mistake me for the villain cause my vengeance is your karma

Yeah, fear is knowing you're a goner

This music to my soul, cause it's death before dishonor

Gone

[Verse 5: Danny Brown]

Check! Got the tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher

That used the church money to cop a new Beamer

Got the heart of a child raised by a prostitute

That bought his momma the rubbers when a John came through

It’s the microphone methadone, greatest ever etched in stone

You ain’t getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperone

Popping pills got a nigga brain like a labyrinth

Called the ho on purpose but I got the brain on accident

Nigga I’m your majesty, show up with a bag of weed

Rolled a blunt so perfect, thought it came up out a factory

My manuscript leave a man ripped of all his dreams

The insomniac with nightmares in sixteens

I’m a wet dream, dry sense of humor

Travel in class like a high school rumor

No one really cares if you embarrass us with style

Cause when it comes to them raps you been letting us down

So tell em why you're mad son

Gotta get it off your chest, let em know how you feel son

You gotta say what you say

It don’t matter, they gonna say a nigga hating anyway