Serve the Creator (feat. Recognize Ali)

Yeah, Recognize, mafuckas

These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (Wraah)

How you jello forms fuckin' with the ghetto God (Huh)

I let the cannon roar, doggy, get your melon mauled

You scared to brawl

Bring the pain, I swear I spit that Pentathol (Hahahahahaha)

Anini in the flesh, walking up from the wave (Yeah)

Like Afro Samurai the way I live by the blade

The criminal kind, **** get clapped for they cake (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)

Half of ‘em fake, out here kings are treated like slaves

Exotic tools (yeah), shooters from Kalamazoo (Yo)

Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (Uh)

You **** cute, I blast a pigeon out of your crew (Brrrr)

So disrespectful, partner, I'm known to piss on you fools

A hustler in the streets, in the booth I’m a animal (Y'know that)

I spit that fire water and the flow’s highly inflammable (Facts)

Seven Star General, the third world Hannibal

This hammer though, it leave a hole in your cantaloupe (To-to-to-to-to-to-to-to-to)

Word, to this game I’m a Pharaoh (Yeah)

They say to make it big I gotta make a deal with the Devil (Nah, fuck that)

Get right, this industry is a fraud (Yeah)

They only want 'em to ghost, yeah, and with us Allah (Alhamdulillah)

Yeah, I’m choppin’ diamonds like a jeweler

Smoke the Buddha, sippin' Amarula, I’m a ruler

Yeah! Motherfuckers

Yeah

This a wild guess, homie, this a shot in the dark

You like baby food, just another walk in the park

This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes

This is Jeffrey Dahmer ’89, fork in the heart

This Magnum ain’t eat in a while, see the cal. hungry

That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I’m Al Bundy

A lot of y’all know that you stolen ya style from me

You can’t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy

What you know about your man being down?

Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t have him around

We clappin' this like you wearin’ a cap and a gown

The hatches is wide open, better battin’ ‘em down

You tryin' to go to war with the man

You mafuckas ‘bout to ride in the coroner van

This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze

I’m a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused

Batiman!

Yo, Bronze? What's the word, God?

Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazienza, yeah