Bible Paper

[Part 1]

[Intro: Prodigy]

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[Verse 1: Prodigy]

I go to town on you, beat the crown off you

Beat the clothes off you, tryin' to get the hounds off you

Nigga, fightin' back is only gon' make it worse

I don't respect your little punches, I'ma make it hurt

A cold lead shower, a hot blood bubble bath

Throw him in the acid and get rid of the gooey mess (Yuck)

Turn that nigga into special sauce, chill, lord

I'm not a killer, but you pushin' me to set it off

And I'ma lash out, and I'ma mash out

Laughin', I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down

Focus on the bread when niggas try to gaffle me

That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality

My palms keep itchin', my money don't stop

'Cause my work keep clickin', I got it bolt locked

Gang of Indians that smoke the peace pipe dolo

Excuse you 'cause when it's murder, I solo

[Verse 2: Alchemist]

Word collision, I talk reckless

Position precious stones in the necklace

Little doggy, this is chess, not Tetris

You little cold sore, I spray the Chloraseptic

Relentless aura cryptic, black hoody discus

Ellsworth Bump and the Dutch man back to business

Car bombers, Tommy gun spinnin', bullets spit at a witness

Mix the K2 with the eucalyptus plant

Pistol in hand, rock 'em to sleep like tryptophan

Then douse the weapon in Spic and Span, your triggers jam

I shoot fast like Vinnie the Microwave

Roll a spliff with a Bible, Boogie Board on a tidal wave

Very groovy, prosthetic limbs by Louis

Rap pornographic snuff movie, burn a loosie

Denim durag, Cavalli kufi

The brolic finger ring is excrement, the chain's dookie

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[Part 2]

[Segue: Prodigy]

Motherfuckers (Mmm, yeah)

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[Verse 3: Prodigy]

All the time, every time

My gun erupt, my money climb

My bitch fine, I dress clean

But I'm a dirty New Yorker out that killer Queens

I eat good, I rap great

My life is fuckin' awesome, yeah, fuckin' A

I take off, this launch pad

To zero gravity, I float, I don't fall, I can't

So high, it's no coming down

So fly, I just might go south

MIA, water sports

You leave me be or it'll be a holocaust

Homicides, prison time

Hospital emergency when it's dinner time

Eat his skull, eat his spine

He in bad shape, he can't be identified

Bet a nigga never think twice 'cause his first thought'd be don't do it

Bet that bitch slide up and down with her mouth for this thug music

[Outro]

I try to keep everything, period, in reality

I try to keep everything, period, in reality

It's things that take place and I gotta plot the block

You know, somebody sittin' next to me, that's why a movie might

You know, think it's just a regular block

But you know, what I see is, like, when I see the way a kid is walkin' up the block, I try to think about what he thinkin' 'bout

You know what I'm sayin'?

If I see a kid walkin' real slow, I could put it in a, you know, rhyme form