[Intro: Recognize Ali]
Black Hand Grenade style, y'all know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Recognize Ali & Boob Bronx]
Out of class with the best of 'em, me against ten of 'em
Let the chopper sound shatter clowns, burn the rest of 'em
The aura colorful, check the spect-a-rum
You can dance with The God or fall like the Nephilim
Yeah, Accra City holdin' it down
It's Black Hand Father Grenade controllin' your town, ah
I heard an opp was jokin' around
His hair was missin' when they found them bullet holes in his scalp
Toma! Pray all my enemies pray for me
We're not in thе same division, I play for The Major Leaguе
They may allege, even to scrap me, it ain't for free
All I do is fuckin' win, so the losin', it ain't for me
Factual and this is the year of the sharpshooter
N***as think they're whales, they ain't nothin' but charred tuna
You're gone sooner, I'm twistin' 'em all puta (Yo, yo)
Watch who you're testin', they catchin' a spark Ruger

[Verse 2: Boob Bronx]
The higher ups got me, Alhamdulillah
I never make the radio, I'm all for the frontline
You get punched out your mind 'bout your punchline
Keep it radio unless you want it to sound like them
I'm higher level, they don't got it, we not eye level
Don't get shattered 'bout chatter 'cause you love your voice
You just mad that it never mattered, mad as a bitch
I'ma laugh like it's part of the rules, fake as they jewels
I'm BMOC, that's old news
Walkin' with my elbows, I ain't scuffin' 'em shoes
Pullin' up that bar like I'm barkin' up the wrong tree (You see that)
My boots laced, I might fuck your mom, mijo (Shh)
I don't look my fuckin' age, fuck your ego
Nothing left to lose but the mind, body great (Body great)
Yeah, enjoy me while I'm here, don't you fake the buzz (Nah)
Oh, yeah, I'm everything they was afraid I was (I am n***a!)
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
The ultraviolent official (I'm a king!)
A mixture of molten iron and nickel (Both of 'em!)
Multiply the acquittal (Everybody be tough!)
Palm trees and lullaby of the missile (Brrt)
There's resentment and he harbors some
His happiness was sealed with his martyrdom (Alhamdulillah!)
It's the reason that I be on my own (My own)
'Cause bein' around rats something we don't condone (No! No rats here!)
I can never bond with a snake (Nah)
Join the Salah on the right side of the sheikh (Alhamdulillah!)
Dome is metropolitan, I buy me a stake
'Cause motherfucker's heads always have a problem with Jake
Watch your body and move
And that's word to Machine, everybody is food (Yo, Machine, what up, papa?)
It's a hundred racks stuffed in the wall
A drownin' man clutch at a straw, ah