Terror

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane sample]

Bringing much terror

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

Y'all motherfuckers woke a demon up

The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts

The whole clique ducking they PO

They need to pee in cups

We murder shit like everything the Europeans touched

I don't even talk to motherfuckers, that could lead to trust

We on our din, devils only deal with greed and lust

Beat an elephant with bare hands and take his bleeding tusk

Anytime you hear a cop was murdered, best believe it's us

Jus Allah load the Glock, put 'em in the weeds and dust

I ain't I sucker, I was born with Herculean nuts

Strangle snakes, dangle grapes, fed by European sluts

Y'all know where to come to when you need the fucking trees and dust

Ayo D, [?] while I feed these fucks

I got the power to devour trees, seas and such

I got the power that's the caliber of Jesus touch

It don't matter the caliber, I proceed to rush

Vinnie on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane sample]

Bringing much terror

Bringing much terror

Bringing much terror

Bringing much terror

Bringing much terror

[Verse 2: Demoz]

Let me tell you a little something bout a nigga named Moz

Look in his eye, you could see the evil if you high

You could notice a little nigga that's eager for the sky

Behind bars scarred like Jesus when he died (when he died)

Nigga, I was in the hole for a whole six months getting high

Off the reefer thinking, "Why?"

I'm with the roaches and rats

Hopeless and flatline in line in the hole, in a crack

Nigga, I was in the hole, trying getting my back

Niggas snitchin' and CEO trying getting my bag

But I don't give a fuck about a snake or a fag

Or hater, I'd rather see Adolf paid off, laugh

This is real life, fuck getting paid off rats

And selling my soul to the devil, getting paid off rapping

Maserati Mozzy, Pazienza clap boys, step back, man

You still screamin' duffle bag boys

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]

Bringing much terror

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]

I have lived a century, I've tapped into my sixth sensory

I am a potential enemy

My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity

Unequivocally, supremacy, I have undesired energy

Sins friendly, since empty

Show the prince of peace no clemency

Give him an extremity of insensitivity

Let his kin and ministry witness his disassembly

I just love sufferance, I'm destructive, unproductive

Tussid, not much substance, thuggage

Above judgement, unaware of any air of doubt

Where it counts, I'm a fair amount of paramount

I embody a monopoly of ungodly

The hobby robbed me of my common camaraderie

My apology, arid, insincerity

Charity, very generic, it's hilarity

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]

Bringing much terror