Think Differently

[Verse 1: Casual]

It go – gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa

I'm the Black Panther that shot the drug dealer

I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks

Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks

Niggas hop my fence, to run from cops

See, I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas do

Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence

You only been involved in domestic violence

Nigga, I chase Remy's with Long Islands

Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling

The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler

It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed

Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia

Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience

Dolo, with more dough to blow though

For sure though, slide one deep in a four door

I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo

Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload

[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]

And the Pope can't save your soul

What I unfold was written in gold

Hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll

Streets I've been in, from the beginning, I'm a legend

Never flee up from my enemies, shots I'm sending

Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning

Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping

Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen

Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils

Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die

Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride

To the, end of the Earth, through hell, water and fire

Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire

Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive

The Feds' focus, my militants, swervin' the Lotus

Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it

Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers

Rose gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders

I praise Allah, makin' Salat, facing the East

This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat

Think Differently

[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]

Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking

Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion

Niggas listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison

Benches in the trenches, grim intentions, twin Doberman Pinschers

Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless

Gats eleven inches, ya neck slitted, your head spin it

The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted

For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended

To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented

Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted

Switch three, be hanging niggas, squeeze .380 triggers

Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'

I stand alone, 'cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman

Gang lover, supporter of any sort, when I'm New York

Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro

Word to JoMo, the kid in the Polo, got the world in a yo-yo

Your Happy Meal skills is still, no frills

Cook crills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel

Or rocking mills, your hospital bill

Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well

When I lick off shots, the hostages yell

Chopper fell like ox tail, your optics swell

[Verse 4: Vordul Mega]

Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves

In hoods, where hammers bark and the tenants spark

Police on radar, so we stay fogged up

Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage

Goddamn, it's hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino's

Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and nails

Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build

With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it's hard to relax

Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast

We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash

Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom

Tired of bleeding, where eagles let out evil

Town is of death, no time for weakness

Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete

With iron feet...