Pearl Harbor (REMIX) [feat. Mathematics, Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Sean Price, Pharoahe Monch and Tek]

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth

That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse

This murder in the first

Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse

I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'

I'm in it for the perks

'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst

And how they kill your image with a verse

A hater get it worse

I'm telling every member of your church

They gon' have to put your image on a shirt

'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'

That's everybody, I mean anybody

I might leave somebody bleedin'

Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby

Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'

Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army

Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons

I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy

You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?

Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'

That's the shit that I don't like

Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write

Fuckin' stupid ass rappers

Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers

P! What it do, nigga?

I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas

I don't weirdo with queer clothes

I share flows, when it enter your earhole

Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty

Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly

Nigga, when Sean write hard

Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars

Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time

How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Merciless with the flow with the spit I'm ridiculous

I do not lick chicks, I do the beatbox on they clitorous

Like (imitating beatbox sounds)

The God represents Sun, Earth, Moon, Star

A beast on all fours, smack your chick on her keister

The conquistador rockin' the mink on Easter

Never cease to amaze the crowd, a speech to famine (?)

When I talk on Instagram, they won't be shootin' you with no cannon

Smile, give 'em Candid Camera

You verses The God is Godzilla verses Gamera

Anama (?), cannibal with animal instincts

Think Hannibal with the elephants channeling six tanks

New York nigga 'bout to slick quicker-picker-upper stick

Dick her sister down, take the picture, get the number, click

Pick six hitter (?) for the whole team

But the stick is still in the window, the sickest nigga from Queens

Break it down

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Trill nigga but I ain't gotta say it

The way that I move, how I display it

I talk less and I listen more

Usually about the slow booth with Chef (?) raw

Been throwin' barrels to niggas' medullas

Since Slick Rick been rappin',

while he was the ruler (Once Upon A Time)

Graduated school of hard knocks when

your mama was doin' things for hard rocks

N.W.A. back in the day, O'Shea

Let the AK go in your face

Drumroll

Standing Ovation, Thug 1-O-1 was my motivation

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Shoot your old lady in her privacy

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles