[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]   God hates me, never keep my banger on safety   My mother raised me alone, you can't break me   My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce Gracie   My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly   You rhyme fakely, you still scarred   I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Maher   I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out   And y'all ain't sayin' nuthin' with a gun in yo mouth   That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper   Y'all still under the spell of dose ether   The Grim Reaper, it's all nature   And every word from Allah is on paper   We all hate ya, we can't stand you   Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel   You like a candle, you just burn   You never worship Allah, you can't learn      [Chorus: Stoupe]   *Mixed Sound Clips*      [Verse 2: Goretex]   Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit from the Matrix   Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots   Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Botox   Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops   My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend   Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says   Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake   Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jake   Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz   Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff   Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics   New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts   In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth   Thats like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf   Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra   Goretex readin we all stand with iced out cobra's       [Chorus: Stoupe]   {*Mixed sound clips*}      [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]   Check it.. yo.. yo      Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right   Face fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spit   Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit   range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it   I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit   Yo trial, might get the same time giancanna get   Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit   Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with   When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with   Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects   Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex   From Q.B. to Philly, we control sets   I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans   Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga   So how you figure that we don't be reppin'   Whole drugs and weapons in a dodge intrepid         [Chorus: Stoupe]   {*New sound clips*}      [Outro: Tragedy Khadafi]   Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good   Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo      {*Sound clip from Chorus continues*}