The Alchemist, Nash, Hall - Judas lyrics

"Take a walk" "I gotta change the reel"
"I said fuck off!" ayo
Ayo fuck these niggas yo
Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out
Dome-ass nigga, these ain't coming out
Niggas tying rope around your fam yo
With shooters so high the
Nigga won't land yo
Wrist a hundred grand yo
All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh
Whipped the work, so incredible
Fiend got the pack bit it
Open like it's edible Lord
SB skater on a hater phantom on Fairfax
They thought I was a Laker
Don't get embarrassed by the merit's
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris
Murals of Phoenix
I ain't never been to Phoenix
Tom Ford suit's of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
Boston crab, the whole slab
Before I go broke
I'll get the mac and the mask
Over the baby crib
My nigga where the stash at
My man killed his family
Killed himself and smoked a bad batch
This margiela on Mad Max
Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat
Niggas doubted, now they pay homage
New deal with money to send
My kids' kids' to college
Ayo, do the knowledge
Ayo, peace to Knxwledge

You niggas garbage fuck y'all niggas yo
Niggas ain't shit man these niggas garbage

Fendi monster shit for me and my conglomerate
I heard a lot of niggas spit
But nobody that's dominant
Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious
The music speak for it'self
And plus I got murals in other continents
Most of these rap niggas living
In they momma's shit
They pushing forty and broke
The safety on the 40 is broke
I blick until you lose consciousness
A high school dropout spitting like
I got a doctorate
Degree, I'm what's popping bitch
You opposite to me
2016 nobody jotted hotter shit than me
You see I dotted my "i"'s and now
I got it to a tee my goons love me so much
They wanna body shit for free
Like, fuck the bag they don't need it
They just wanna squeeze and
Leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic
Hit in my head and walked the 'spital
Please believe it like three days later
Now they're comparing me to Jesus
I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see
Turned water to champagne
Twelve shooters behind me
Those my disciples, all me verses
On a God level, nigga
You should find those in the bible
I don't think no rapper can fuck with me
Nigga feel different
Tell him to get in touch with me
Rap shit, street shit
Come and see what's up with me
Fifty round sticks just to
Air out your fuckery