Moroccan Jewels

I'm Lord Jedi Waves at sixteen Yo, Vinnie, blicky, I'm followed by tranquility My gun cha cha slide like dance floors into sixteens Shoot your Phantom doors off the hinges, I'm spiffy Watch the wave rip, four pound [?] tips My bitch wears strawberry mystics Got double cups for you thirsty niggas, the winners Onslaught, we the Autobots, fuck with us I been fucking these rap niggas' bitches Invictus, Ernest Henley Thank whatever gods may be [?] [?] head, step you gator meat on my feet I embody all the fly shit you wanna be Ask about me, [?] skyhouse me I fucked all the dope boy bitches on my balcony Turn your bitch to a wave slave, Lord Wavey Arm, leg, leg, arm, a bobsled Cool runners, these old hoes, they give the bomb head Barkin' up the wrong tree, parkin' on the wrong street Get your shit, split your wig, lift him up five feet Blow the weed, control the V, cops behind us Must I remind him? The whip be like four hundred horses The meal be like eight courses, black on black forces Fuck the leaky faucet, torch it Water torture, I'm charged with slaughter with it And don't fear, I must be acquitted, invoke the spirits Pen this shit in hieroglyphics, vague specifics Over there on the Pacific, let's get it I hit the brakes, the ground was covered in ice Body smother, demise, head covered in lice Yikes, this shit's disgusting, I know Daily News, Newsday, Huffington Post When the bulldog bark, pa, everybody cower Discretion is the better part of valor Drunk from the power, drunk from the Amaretto Sour Son got splashed like a shower Listen, I'm telling you I'm the shit The Larry Hughes three time felon of this shit I bust this motherfucker in the melon with the grip The [?] of the Nuwaubian is a gift I splash son, I ain't even know his government The two Glocks twins like Doublemint Y'all on some other shit, all of it's trash, I like none of it Iraq through y'all masters for the fuck of it Y'all on some sucker shit, talking to the feds He singing like Mariah with that warrant on his head This dirt bag swine live in squalor It made all the gunmen holler --- Moroccan Jewels - Vinnie Paz and Hus Kingpin