[Chorus Block McCloud] Were so sick with the flow, sing along like you caught a disease Manifest in the mirror, dont sing lip shows We go beyond Man its hard to believe Guess were blessed its a miracle So watch Its the Army Of Pharaohs bring your squad to its knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Gotta pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the seas Yes, yes, its a miracle [Verse 1 King Magnetic] They talking stupid on the stoop, Im in the studio with Stoupe Im unusually loose, In a movie role with truth Costarring, dont spar with no artist my level Froze target, slow harvest, bogarted by metal So god but so ghetto, so far but so settled Dont harbor no problems, no father slow peddle Roseto late bloom, now silence the method We all got a history of violence on the record Except for this record Babygrande, if this lady take the stand Then my records playing in the court like a reggae band Still a ladys man, Mag expects it I dont get brain, I test dames gag reflexes Ecstasy dealer, I bag they Xs Stab em breathless without grabbing breakfast I might pull her hair though, or with something out with air holes Get lower than a flat when Im reaching where the spare goes! [Chorus Block McCloud] [Verse 2 Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yo You can Never fuckin test the God The kickback of the Smith Wesson hard Allah think that you a devil for ingesting lard Thats a part of every lesson that he said to Fard Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, Im a vessel God Me and my seven Mac11s have a special bond Same bond when the Quran give me a special calm I wave the motherfuckin ratchet like its Desert Storm And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms Im the one who reinventin the steel The one who took the art of rhymin, reinvented the wheel My venom will kill My spit game like a neurotoxin They call me blood and guts warrior, Arturo Boxin Its nothing anything or anyone can do to stop em Matter of fact even attemptin, its a foolish option Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I pop em Or tell the rest of the Boriqua, bring the tool and ox em [Chorus Block McCloud] [Verse 3 Jus Allah] Bury them and the Aryans that carried them All stare, scared their humanitarians Spare none of them, tear their young from them Shun them, run them into Kingdom Comes conundrum Hunt them, punish them, confront them Drunken them, come undone Sunken Summons him from the stomach of a sunless dungeon Bludgeon them into chump to become consumption Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious Theyre innocuous, the despair of the populous Get your fill of illgotten goddesses Drill them with a modest amount of bottomless promises Turn the water scarlet red, let it churn from the faucet heads Get detailed little trails in the carpet threads Have em adamantly slapped on the architect Havin carte blanche on the carnage, have my heart set
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