Jamo Gang, Snak The Ripper - The Altar lyrics
[Jamo Gang, Snak The Ripper - The Altar lyrics]
(I’m the J57)
Ha guess who I am?
The dough’s thicker, my flow is bananas
Plus Rassy be in the
Hood like Cobra Commander scold niggas
Slow bammers get exposed to the camera
Green go for the grammar like
Banner exposed to the gammas listen
I’m off the chain like abolition
You’re a fat fuck and
Your bitch suffer malnutrition
So how you dissing? My style foul
Fowl as chicken
So pussy niggas stay seated just
Like I am pissing
Book smart gang banging gucci
Dog tag chain hanging
Everybody loves me, blame Raymond
Felony with a bar tab, gift of gab
Peel bitches like a scab
When I’m drunk I smoke stoges
That’s my gateway-drug
Dead In the middle of Little Italy
Like the late great Pun
Skill and agility, literally I don’t vacate
Son heavy artillery, tyranny
How I take they ones
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar
Yeah fresh out of the box
Ras Kass with ‘57 and Gant
Ready to launch, heavy
Inevitably I’ma turn to a monster mark your
Calendar that’s how we stomp a
Hole up in this business like
I sprint like an Olympian
These kids ain’t got their fitness right
Hit this mic, big dollars and cents
I’m a better clone, said it out a megaphone
Get it known
Have it all make sense like Rosetta Stones
Set in stone, these bylaws
Hop off of this high horse and
I’m high five-ing my highball glass
Look in these eyeballs
Think one of us are bluffing? You frontin’
We’re the young Doyle Brunson
Royal flush up in this clutch
Let’s buck ‘em to the luncheon
This is crunch music round of Rassy raps
Run it back and punch to it
Give you lung fluid, emphysema beats
We could lead at least a
Million people on these streets
Pull up a seat so you can see the feast
Beast like I’m altered, Pope Francis
With a praying mantis, welcome to the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar
Ha guess who I am?
The dough’s thicker, my flow is bananas
Plus Rassy be in the
Hood like Cobra Commander scold niggas
Slow bammers get exposed to the camera
Green go for the grammar like
Banner exposed to the gammas listen
I’m off the chain like abolition
You’re a fat fuck and
Your bitch suffer malnutrition
So how you dissing? My style foul
Fowl as chicken
So pussy niggas stay seated just
Like I am pissing
Book smart gang banging gucci
Dog tag chain hanging
Everybody loves me, blame Raymond
Felony with a bar tab, gift of gab
Peel bitches like a scab
When I’m drunk I smoke stoges
That’s my gateway-drug
Dead In the middle of Little Italy
Like the late great Pun
Skill and agility, literally I don’t vacate
Son heavy artillery, tyranny
How I take they ones
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar
Yeah fresh out of the box
Ras Kass with ‘57 and Gant
Ready to launch, heavy
Inevitably I’ma turn to a monster mark your
Calendar that’s how we stomp a
Hole up in this business like
I sprint like an Olympian
These kids ain’t got their fitness right
Hit this mic, big dollars and cents
I’m a better clone, said it out a megaphone
Get it known
Have it all make sense like Rosetta Stones
Set in stone, these bylaws
Hop off of this high horse and
I’m high five-ing my highball glass
Look in these eyeballs
Think one of us are bluffing? You frontin’
We’re the young Doyle Brunson
Royal flush up in this clutch
Let’s buck ‘em to the luncheon
This is crunch music round of Rassy raps
Run it back and punch to it
Give you lung fluid, emphysema beats
We could lead at least a
Million people on these streets
Pull up a seat so you can see the feast
Beast like I’m altered, Pope Francis
With a praying mantis, welcome to the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made standing at the altar
If you ain’t really living how
Your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you
Living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade
You must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar