Fibre Optic Weapons Vinnie Paz & Tragedy Khadafi (Ft. ILL BILL)

[Intro: Cinema Dialogue Snippet]
Is this true? You refuse to worship my statue?
O' King! We do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter
Oh, really? Then you shall be thrown into the furnace and no god will save you from my hand
If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, our God will defend us from it, and if he does not, we want you to know, O' King, that we will not serve your God, or worship your statue
Enough! You dare to defy me? Let the furnace be heated sevenfold! Bind them and cast them into the fire

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, yo, yo, I ain't gotta get on my knees, Mahdi is too gracious
Tracking devices in the bag, I ain't gotta chase it
Anti-everything, except green, I'm a racist
Levels to the game and all type of wild stages
Scarred up inside the booth, you embrace my rages
Connected with Vinnie and pass me a bag of lasers
Innovative, fire lines like all my food is cajun
Headshots take 'em out, so we do more than graze 'em
Lines like it came from the mind of Wes Craven
Product of struggle and pain, basically what it gave 'em
Something you could only find inside the deepest pavement
Like God or Satan, made the most foulest arrangement
Still banging and still reporting, look how he lay 'em
Forever right for the course, the boss, look how he lay 'em

[Chorus]
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, for the B-boys, kid