[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]
Yeah, Recognize, mafuckas
These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (Wraah)
How you jello forms fuckin' with the ghetto God (Huh)
I let the cannon roar, doggy, get your melon mauled
You scared to brawl
Bring the pain, I swear I spit that Pentathol (Hahahahahaha)
Anini in the flesh, walking up from the wave (Yeah)
Like Afro Samurai the way I live by the blade
The criminal kind, n***as get clapped for they cake (Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Half of ‘em fake, out here kings are treated like slaves
Exotic tools (yeah), shooters from Kalamazoo (Yo)
Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (Uh)
You n***as cute, I blast a pigeon out of your crew (Brrrr)
So disrespectful, partner, I'm known to piss on you fools
A hustler in the streets, in the booth I’m a animal (Y'know that)
I spit that fire water and the flow’s highly inflammable (Facts)
Seven Star General, the third world Hannibal
This hammer though, it leave a hole in your cantaloupe (To-to-to-to-to-to-to-to-to)
Word, to this game I’m a Pharaoh (Yeah)
They say to make it big I gotta make a deal with the Devil (Nah, fuck that)
Get right, this industry is a fraud (Yeah)
They only want 'em to ghost, yeah, and with us Allah (Alhamdulillah)
Yeah, I’m choppin’ diamonds like a jeweler
Smoke the Buddha, sippin' Amarula, I’m a ruler
Yeah! Motherfuckers
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
This a wild guess, homie, this a shot in the dark
You like baby food, just another walk in the park
This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes
This is Jeffrey Dahmer ’89, fork in the heart
This Magnum ain’t eat in a while, see the cal. hungry
That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I’m Al Bundy
A lot of y’all know that you stolen ya style from me
You can’t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy
What you know about your man being down?
Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t have him around
We clappin' this like you wearin’ a cap and a gown
The hatches is wide open, better battin’ ‘em down
You tryin' to go to war with the man
You mafuckas ‘bout to ride in the coroner van
This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze
I’m a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused
Batiman!

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yo, Bronze? What's the word, God?
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazienza, yeah