[intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Black Bannerz!
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that!
Yahmean? ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Aight, look
[Verse 1:]
Yo
Surrounded by luxury, my heart is still gutter
Black Bannerz, fuck the glamor if my family still suffers
I'm out here tryna get mine, I got a daughter to feed
And a wife, on my life, if you cross me, you bleed
That's a promise from yours truly, I make your life so gloomy
Word to the Damascan blood that flows through me
I'm halfway through my life, that means most of it gone
And I've done so much dirt I wouldn't post in a song
I used to be a skinny kid, now I'm a boss and a don
Steal a verse from our confidante, we choppin' ya arm
We don't care 'bout your drop top here
This is real grimy style, Saudi chop-chop square
I rock with Boxcutter, that's my ahk
C-Lance got the secret recipe to make an MC spaz
Chatterbox, got somethin' to say?
Stay alive, 'cause the day you die, that'll be your judgement day
[Verse 2:]
I'm rippin' stages, never thought I'd be steppin' on
Been doin' this shit since '97 in Lebanon
Salute to Vinnie Paz for always puttin' a brother on
At the gate I told 'em I'm Arab, they searched me with their weapons drawn
This is really ill though, triple G Canelo
When the buzzer beats, you missin' threes, Carmelo
We body instrumentals, and study the deen
Camouflaged to the ankles, Air Jordan Supreme
While I'm in Europe with Vinnie, from city to city
Damascus and Philly, the tongue's a machete
Who wanna bring it on?
The masters of spittin', get smacked where you sittin'
Ahk, I'm not kiddin', tryna test me, see? That's where you wrong
In fact, I'm from a city that no longer exists
That's why I'm nice, homie, with the tongue and the fist
Welcome to the land of the sand where lions are pets
The brand's in high demand 'cause we stand from the rest
(Welcome!)
Yeah, Black Bannerz!
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that!
Yahmean? ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Aight, look
[Verse 1:]
Yo
Surrounded by luxury, my heart is still gutter
Black Bannerz, fuck the glamor if my family still suffers
I'm out here tryna get mine, I got a daughter to feed
And a wife, on my life, if you cross me, you bleed
That's a promise from yours truly, I make your life so gloomy
Word to the Damascan blood that flows through me
I'm halfway through my life, that means most of it gone
And I've done so much dirt I wouldn't post in a song
I used to be a skinny kid, now I'm a boss and a don
Steal a verse from our confidante, we choppin' ya arm
We don't care 'bout your drop top here
This is real grimy style, Saudi chop-chop square
I rock with Boxcutter, that's my ahk
C-Lance got the secret recipe to make an MC spaz
Chatterbox, got somethin' to say?
Stay alive, 'cause the day you die, that'll be your judgement day
[Verse 2:]
I'm rippin' stages, never thought I'd be steppin' on
Been doin' this shit since '97 in Lebanon
Salute to Vinnie Paz for always puttin' a brother on
At the gate I told 'em I'm Arab, they searched me with their weapons drawn
This is really ill though, triple G Canelo
When the buzzer beats, you missin' threes, Carmelo
We body instrumentals, and study the deen
Camouflaged to the ankles, Air Jordan Supreme
While I'm in Europe with Vinnie, from city to city
Damascus and Philly, the tongue's a machete
Who wanna bring it on?
The masters of spittin', get smacked where you sittin'
Ahk, I'm not kiddin', tryna test me, see? That's where you wrong
In fact, I'm from a city that no longer exists
That's why I'm nice, homie, with the tongue and the fist
Welcome to the land of the sand where lions are pets
The brand's in high demand 'cause we stand from the rest
(Welcome!)
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