The Horns of Abraxas Roc Marciano & The Alchemist (Ft. Ice-T)

[Intro: Ice-T]
Okay, check this out, man, let me tell you a story
About doing a fucking favor for a friend, right
He gave me a car, I start driving
He wanted me to dump it somewhere in Long Island
Like out in some, you know
Marsh or some wild field or some bullshit
That wasn't something unexpected
'Cause the nigga been doing dirt for years
He gets in, he gets out, but this time it's the feds
So I know it's serious business

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Heads or tails, death or jail
The road to success was hell
With the bones of the dead soldiers, we left a trail
Your soul just left your shell (Woo)
The cobra shed it's scales, the coke was Pelle Pelle (Pelle)
The rose Rollie pink Champelle
Handlin' pills, Sam Cassell, slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)
Hit em' up style, Blu Cantrell, you can't tell? (Right before your very eyes with no surprise)
Uh, the final level like ice, this a zeitgeist
I bit the red Mike and Ike
Put out your lights like you got hit by Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic exercising my rights (Uh)
Wildlife, bite ya windpipe
I'm not the type you wanna pick up at night tryna hitchhike (Uh)
Look what I did with just a kitchen knife
The only thing missing was spice
I always had this particular vice (Uh)