Serve the Creator lyrics

[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]
Yeah! Recognize, maf*ckas
These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (wraah)
How you jello forms f*ckin' with the ghetto god (huh)
I let the cannon roar, doggy get your melon mauled
You scared of war
Bring the pain I swear I split that pan in two (hahaha)
I need me in the flesh, walking up from the wave (yeah)
Like Afro Samurai the way I live by the blade
The criminal kind, n*ggas get clapped for they cake (ba-ba-ba-ba)
Half of ‘em fake, I don’t hear kings and treat ‘em like slaves
Exotic tools (yeah) Shooters from Kalamazoo
Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (uhuh)
You n*ggas cute, I blast a b*tch in and out of your crew (brrrr!)
So disrespectful partner I known to p*ss 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 war Hannibal
This hammer though, will leave a hole in your cantaloupe
(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, f*ck that)
Get right, this industry is a fraud (yeah)
They only want 'em to ghost yeah and with us Allah (Alhamdulillah) (Praise be to God)
Yeah! I’m choppin’ diamonds like a jeweler
Smoke the Buddha, sip a Nannavoola, I’m a fool-a
Yeah! Motherf*ckers
[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 maf*ckas ‘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!