La Coka Nostra - Creed of the Greedier lyrics
[La Coka Nostra - Creed of the Greedier lyrics]
I believe in the Creed of the Greedier
Bash in your skull with guns
I'm deceiving the media
Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving
Immediate breathing the weed, speeding
And I ain't hitting medians either
Fuck the Bible
I'm writing my lyrics and read em to Jesus
Fight with spirit's and sleep in a
Bed with the rifle near it
I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen
Copped the bundles in Harlem and
Sell packs of the beans
Rolling in stolen cars
Leaving accident scenes
Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the
Back of my jeans when you hear me rhyming
Wonder what has happened to me?
I had a wet brain
But I came back spectacularly
I got a third rail on the
Train tracks will zap me
That's why I'm just the way I am
This is actually me
I said the return of the assassin
The assassin is me
Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills
And laugh at a G
My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Sparked by the endless greed
As we struggle in this world
Full of lust and greed
My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Inclined to refine my creed
As we struggle in this world
Full of lust and greed
It's the return of the Cult Leader
I believe in the Creed of the Greedier
Final Destination like a plane
Careening and speeding
Like a demon in my bloodstream
Bleeding anemia
Better yet I'm even worse than that
Speaking leukemia
Premium goods like overpriced diamonds
That cut glass
Coca without the Cola and the white mustache
The brand you can trust
We high powered and coked up
Hole in the head looking
Like a powdered donut
Or like Sho 'Nuff from the last
Track and cash stacking up
Pull out the black Magnum
Now your ass is backing up
I've been the poster child for coka
Piled higher than the heavens
Occupy the streets, rioting with peasants
Drinking cocktails and partying
With rock stars
Throwing Molotov cocktails at cop cars
I said it’s the return of the Cult Leader
La Coka Nostra's the crew
Point the finger over here
We pointing toasters at you
It's the return of Danny Boy
La Coka Nostra build and destroy all
Lock it down like a dog’s jaw in a dog brawl
We get it on y’all, set it on you
Roll the red carpet over your head
And shred it on you we men of honor
Amongst the cold-blooded anacondas
With invisible barcodes and transponders
I see the chemtrails
Acknowledge everything homie
But don't trip though
Cause God is everything homie
I came a long way from airports and highways
I took the wrong way but yo, I did it my way
I took you from the House of
Pain to the House of Slaine
Down the road to Hell but made
It back without going insane
Thinking one step ahead of these lames
Same supergroup, homie
We the best in the game
It's the return of Danny Boy
And La Coka Nostra
Creed of the Greedier, but I already told ya
When you see the greed and
The concentration of power
Did you ever have a moment
Of doubt about capitalism?
And whether greed's a good idea to run on?
Well first of all, tell me
Is there some society you know that doesn’t
Run on greed? You think Russia doesn’t
Run on greed? You think China
Doesn’t run on greed? What
Is greed? Of course, none of us are greedy
It’s only the other fella who's greedy!