Vinnie Paz - Jail Cell Recipes lyrics

Yeah, one two, yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy
Aight look

Elect of Allah, third king, Solomon that
The 50 Cal break your
Cartilage where collagen at
Shots have him face down like a Klonopin pack
They will hit you if you have
A fucking problem with that ()
I'm where they hollerin' at
Where that Joey crack cook coke bubblin' at
I'm successful and there's people
Having trouble with that
That self pity you accustomed to
Well wallow in that money, power
Respect that's the key to success
This thing long King Kong when
He beatin' his chest
The further into the abyss
The deeper it's depths
I killed a Devil last night, god
The Reaper is next you glorify snitches and
You givin' information you a vic and I will
Jerk a chicken like Jamaicans
If I had power to bring
You back from the dead
I'll bring him back from the dead
So I could clap at his head

I'm the ultimate 16 bar machine
The God of War, the M16, the high chief
I'm the ultimate 16 bar machine
The God of War, the M16, the high chief

The truck jewelry amazin', innit?
Divine principles of the Ma'at
And ancient Kemet the breath of god we
Initiates of basic tendency
It's the dragon and it's war
And it's Satan's pivot
I break laws while you bendin' the rules
I shoot muhfucka you just
Get suspended from school
If you take ten steps and draw
Then it's a duel how you learn to be a
Man under a tenuous rule?
And my homie from the south
Came through in a slab
Shotgun pump looking like I'm doing a dab
I will kick the door down
Catch you in the lab
Then tell the coroner that he know
What to do with the task
I did some stupid shit and wrestle with bids
I'm a professional
You don't know what professional is
The gun connoisseur
Don't ask me who got blickies
Pull up like them young Pirus
When they popped Rickey

I'm the ultimate 16 bar machine
The God of War, the M16, the high chief
I'm the ultimate 16 bar machine
The God of War, the M16, the high chief