Gunpowder Plot - Vinnie Paz, OT The Real

Uh-huh? Yeah\nYeah, Pazzy I got you\nOT\nI put the pain on it\nFinal day I’m cookin' it, I put the light of 'caine on it (Oh, yeah!)\nMy shirt got the paper planes on it\nYour paperwork got a couple names on it (I see!)\nMy bros\n, got a couple bodies on it\nJoints on the floor,\non it (Go get that)\nShe know I go Kamikaze on it\nGun inside the pool table breakin' up the Scottie on it\nShe told me, «OT, you a\nMan in jail cryin', I’m like, «Fuck you do the shootin' for?»\nfor less time, he doin' more\nLike you ain’t got bad grades, why they offerin' you a two to four?\nI need the shells that go through the door for when they knock\nMy broke defense\nhe gon' spin they block\nI told\ncomprende pop\nHe be like, «Drop a location», and send the cops (Fuckin' rats)\nI suggest you all watch City of God\nYour bro got a sex case, you Nicki Minaj\nThe work’s all on the front, the blickies is ours (That's us)\nAnd you’ll get put in a cigar, pussy!\nYeah, PPP\nI’m here, hon'\nIt’s only wiggies, man, it’s wiggies\nDrug traffickin', Moldova\nThe crib blacked out and it’s weaponry all over (It's everywhere)\nThe phytochemical’s Margosa (Yeah)\nIt’s a lil' bit of work and a blick and a small sofa (It's a lil hammer in\nthere)\nHe ain’t flip 'cause the boi older\nHe ain’t hard to find, he livin' in Barbosa (He livin' over there)\nYou think it’s cold 'til it get colder\nYou know a muhfucka could cook from the strong odor\nI hit the neurological skids (Yeah)\nFourth density and the morphological grids (Yeah)\nYou ain’t careful what you buyin' and sell (You not)\nYou stuck with a dirty bunky and you lyin' in jail (You stupid!)\nHan dynasty, I heard the Ferghana\nSend a shot through the external Merkaba (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)\nResurrect through the birth of my baba\nFire at you till your body is purple and aqua\nYou fuckin' dickhead!\nPPP\nPack Pistol Pazzy, salute 'em\nFuck outta here\nMr. Slap-a-rapper\nPack Pistol Pazzy and all that