Vinnie Paz - Pistol Opera lyrics

He comes from the cesspools of sin he comes
From the Land of the Rising Sun they
Call him the Pearl of the Orient he
Is the master of the Dim chain, he
Is the master of the Dragon Chi
He is the master of anybody
Who has the guts
To step into the ring with a man
That is blessed by such speed, agility
Ability and all the seven martial arts
There is nobody, I can test this
Man on the baddest street, in
The worst town in the USA, and
We can walk at leisure
We can hold 100$ bills in
Our hand and ain't nobody
Come up and try to take it away
So if there is any fools out there taht think
They really wanna get in the ring, remember
You enter at your own risk, you leave
With some help

Yeah, 7L yeah, Ibrahim
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy c'mon, man, look
Yeah

Purposely designed (Purposely designed)
That's the Ka'bah and it's perfectly aligned
(Alhamdulillah)
Biodiversity refined (Refined)
Santo D'oro where the mercury is mine
(That's where I'm from)
Premier crew, burgundy the wine
Allah sent the serpent as a sign
(Allahu Akbar) this the university of crime
(Philly out here)
Perform surgery on your spine
(Pa pa pa pa pa)
The Draco is the size of a ape
Muhfucka know what happen if
You try to escape
Duct tape and shivering crows
The arms of a snake
These is Remingtons and they about
The size of a grape (pa pa pa pa)
Homie this'll fracture the Earth
And there's twelve looking for drugs
It's a natural birth
(It's nothin' here, stupid)
Arafat at the summit (At the summit)
A good army marches on it's stomach

The Moabite, I saw a demon was all purple
(Shayateen) you see the benefit's when you
Keepin' a small circle (Abidullah)
These are birds of prey, pa
And then I'll irk you
Black seed oil, the medicine all herbal
That's black cotton, it's not fertile
Eighty percent of communication is non-verbal
It ain't Dibiase without Virgil
A real Nighthawk fiber optic, the nocturnal
(Brrr) invisible Lady that sing Mingus
And half of my akhs not able to speak English
You won't stop popping 'til he finish
It's an OG in the Garment
District that speak Yiddish
MCM and a fly figaro with two bags
This girl sadist and buying piccolo
Line 'em up, drown 'em in gas (Burn)
Don't let the sun go down on your ave
(Never, stupid)