Older Gods (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & GZA)

Ayo I roll like a bat out of hell

Evil acapells fly spittin' out of my grill

Before it hit the sky with springtime colors

Juicy as a sun kiss, certain broads double dust this

They covered in they wrist, Pillsbury blazers

Straighten the comb, slept on the stove

Closing my lady hair, plus yours the look

O God, the old chain and ball technique

Got these vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips

Jumpin' out they seats, 18, bronze me part two

We like Dorothy Hamill on ice

We in your hood, we might circle

Hats down low on the Range, switch lanes

Change my tire, peel out, real Natalie stain

Yo, I sit it on your hood kid, I sit it on your hood

Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good

Draped out, shinin' like a fresh 50 cent piece

Your girlfriend, come here, oh shit, you my man's niece

The gourmet pockets when his bombs made of clay

Sescapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades

Might walk up in your studio, time slap your engineer

Light a fluid your dad's down, hand me the match now

Ayo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now what's this?

Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bali banana twist

E shakes, puffin' on pine, feedin' the seed plates

Pullin' out old dirty H's to rob gates

Major wake up, the kid tell tales

Make a nigga head wake up, beats break

Them nigga whip take off it's time, Honolulu status

Gladys the rich, rock cabbage and dollar vans

Gans, that nigga man savage

Stationary Hall of Justice

Niggas came chromed out, just came home, now they bonked out

Money be longer than triple life, 'til the sun burn out

That's my work, movin' with the burner out

Fidel way of thinkin', went with the MAC bent

Accent, most of my team five percent

Check with the live sim, rollin' with guest vets

Pedestrians yo, holdin' my nuts

Fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians

Yo, the O the God put me on and how to rock this

Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous

Only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life

One time in a respectable mind

Yo, the O the God put me on and how to rock this

Maintain 360 Lord live prosperous

It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life

One time in a respectable mind

Let the shots spark soon as this pit bull barks

Tie scars from skid marks, leave some jams in school parks

Witness, forget hits, original statement

Even in protection programs there's no escapement

Gun down, fleein' town, hit came from Seven Crowns

Spent rounds catchin' while he rhymin' at Zebra Lounge

Wounded back in the '83 summer heat

Up in 309 Park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat

I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks

Onlookers think I ain't playin' with a full deck

And as they nervously stare, I know they're scared

They saw the comin' to whoop the neon in Times Square

Household name, assassin, killer bee

Mill to the grain, that possessed the rule, killer G

Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend

Those that got styles, they got identical twins

Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky

Without skills, they master the art of mimicry

But I go line for line on the whole page

An unspotted life on the mic is old age