Vinnie Paz, Slaine, ILL BILL - Geometry of Business lyrics

Make room for the heavyweight
Villain with foul language
Formally known as low-class but
Now I’m distinguished
Hold that: corner to corner
No room for foreigners
Coroners performing their craft daily
There’s a war and it’s morbid
Twenty-four and it’s ease to close
At his own wake our chest plates
Filled with ice cold hearts that don’t break
Respect my G’s, fouls and rejects
Respect those bullets
Bloody bullies battle for respect
Any cities up inside of
This northeast corridor
We sported quarters of raw
Imported all from Florida
Now the whole block’s flooded with cut coke
We don’t stop leaving youngins gutted
It’s cut-throat
Sometimes I’m rolling dolo in a stolen polo
But I’m still true to my crew
I’m never going solo
All these cold winter nights that keep
The ice in my blood
I’ll spill the guts out of this bitch
And ditch a knife in the mud
It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music, listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Vinnie P put the key in the ignition
When we get back, Lord, we shine and glisten
It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music, listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Vinnie P put the key in the ignition
When we get back, Lord, we shine and glisten

Respect my G, y’all sound nervous
Respect everything that I do
Or found murdered
Y'all servants, y'all blind without purpose
Stay high walking with guns without permit's
Snake bite came in my life with foul serpent
Amorite blind from birth, Lord, he worthless
All of y'all signs of ignorance is earthless
All of my mind is vigilance and churchless
I don’t want to splash Ahk
Cause Allah made him
And I don’t want the faggot PO to violate him
AR-15 big, it’ll annihilate him
You ain't ever gonna eat this is starvation
Try to sell wolf tickets, feed Allah bacon
Try to bite the hand that feeds y'all
Violation
Pussy boy get spotted like Dalmatian
Looked for God in wrong place
So he found Satan it’s the Coka Nos', Louie
Doggs, murder music, listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Cult Leader put the key in the ignition
Bottle in my lap, full-throttle, twisted
It’s the Coka Nos', Louie
Doggs, murder music, listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Cult Leader put the key in the ignition
Bottle in my lap, full-throttle, twisted

I’m like exploding bullet in a clip
Like a rock of crack in a capsule
Like Galactus eat planets
Then travel backwards through black holes
Run towards conflict, pray for dissipation
Guns talk constant, enslaving civilizations
So we walk like Egyptian
Pharaohs worshipping sun Ra
Walk up to your window with
The barrels and dump shots
Pump four in your lung, slumped over in blood
Stuck over some crumbs, fucked over and done
I teach a Crash Course In Brain Surgery
So I don’t need no passports
To orchestrate murder sprees
Show you nothing changed more than
When the casket drop
I’ll blow your fucking face
Off like Maskatron
Pop you while you’re driving
Make you crash your car drop acid, yeah
Tell you who to drop the acid on
Look what the Uzi do
Empty pews and anger God shoot your funeral
Tell me who to drop the casket on
This is Slaine, homie, goon
Chasing goon music, listen
This is the only pot I ever had to piss in
The odds against me
I'm a fight with my own hands
These are the words I’ve been
Writing as a grown man
This is Slaine, homie, goon
Chasing goon music, listen
This is the only pot I ever had to piss in
The odds against me
I'm a fight with my own hands
These are the words I’ve been
Writing as a grown man