Stove God Cooks - Break the Pyrex lyrics
[Stove God Cooks - Break the Pyrex lyrics]
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
Yellow tape, purple tape
Heat the pyrex 'till it break
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
My nigga in the feds with no date
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break for you
Nigga i'ma heat the pyrex till it break
This what God steppin' out
The clouds look like
Fuck what it cost, what it cook like?
I wrote the cocaine Quran
I told you once we get the cocaine it was on
Alḥamdulillāh i do prayer while the Tesla
Drive it'self bangin’ Mobb Deep
The bricks came whiter than Jon B
My young boy drummin’ on 'em
Like he Tommy Lee
He Motley’d your whole crew
That’s fine with me
Thousand gram Cuban all diamond-y
Got Marci' diggin' in the crate
Like he Diamond D
They like "you came to save this shit
Lord finally"
Ballin’ on these niggas triple double
God is three padre hijo the ghost
He walk on water and he know the coke
Nigga, this the overdose
The greatest thing to hang from the cross
The sacrificial goat
Choppa in the Moncler coat, don't get smoked
I build a bed outta money just to lay on it
The tech echo like it got delay on it
I've been getting at it without a mention
White sand make the Cayman beach
Look like my kitchen
Fuck a pension, I had two hunnid in ’07
The plot went smooth in Ocean’s ‘11
Got the feds askin' "can we
Talk?" like Tevin Campbell
In the melano hoodie pocket a
Hunnid bands on me
This breath of fresh air built
A flame on a candle
Santaria, rapper head on a mantle
You rather a bullet or the karma get you?
Fuck it, I’ll let a bullet be yo karma
Bet it calm you
Niggas lost, I been here like
I work for Darma, i’m the don
(Woo)
Created all this from bendin' these rules
Alkaline water infinity pool
I gave you validity back, nigga
You was on spin cycle
Reading the contract like "his shit
Gotta be a typo" (Hah)
What type of nigga you
Think you dealin’ with?
I dropped the ceilin’ to the Benz
On them niggas screamin’ "feelin' it"
Fill the rental full of work then we jet
Feel of the rose pushin' up on the set
Feel the high that you get from the lie
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
Yellow tape, purple tape
Heat the pyrex 'till it break
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
My nigga in the feds with no date
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break for you
Nigga i'ma heat the pyrex till it break
Yellow tape, purple tape
Heat the pyrex 'till it break
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
My nigga in the feds with no date
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break for you
Nigga i'ma heat the pyrex till it break
This what God steppin' out
The clouds look like
Fuck what it cost, what it cook like?
I wrote the cocaine Quran
I told you once we get the cocaine it was on
Alḥamdulillāh i do prayer while the Tesla
Drive it'self bangin’ Mobb Deep
The bricks came whiter than Jon B
My young boy drummin’ on 'em
Like he Tommy Lee
He Motley’d your whole crew
That’s fine with me
Thousand gram Cuban all diamond-y
Got Marci' diggin' in the crate
Like he Diamond D
They like "you came to save this shit
Lord finally"
Ballin’ on these niggas triple double
God is three padre hijo the ghost
He walk on water and he know the coke
Nigga, this the overdose
The greatest thing to hang from the cross
The sacrificial goat
Choppa in the Moncler coat, don't get smoked
I build a bed outta money just to lay on it
The tech echo like it got delay on it
I've been getting at it without a mention
White sand make the Cayman beach
Look like my kitchen
Fuck a pension, I had two hunnid in ’07
The plot went smooth in Ocean’s ‘11
Got the feds askin' "can we
Talk?" like Tevin Campbell
In the melano hoodie pocket a
Hunnid bands on me
This breath of fresh air built
A flame on a candle
Santaria, rapper head on a mantle
You rather a bullet or the karma get you?
Fuck it, I’ll let a bullet be yo karma
Bet it calm you
Niggas lost, I been here like
I work for Darma, i’m the don
(Woo)
Created all this from bendin' these rules
Alkaline water infinity pool
I gave you validity back, nigga
You was on spin cycle
Reading the contract like "his shit
Gotta be a typo" (Hah)
What type of nigga you
Think you dealin’ with?
I dropped the ceilin’ to the Benz
On them niggas screamin’ "feelin' it"
Fill the rental full of work then we jet
Feel of the rose pushin' up on the set
Feel the high that you get from the lie
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
Yellow tape, purple tape
Heat the pyrex 'till it break
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break
Ghostface Killahs in the wraith
My nigga in the feds with no date
I'ma heat the pyrex till it break for you
Nigga i'ma heat the pyrex till it break