what its time son. da godfather returns to put u in ur place. its the science. learn how to spell "superrior". fucka do it to them

asassination of the assassin, PVC gunpackin, murder contract sinister thoughts of anglosaxons/
in your family whos the misses? superstitious sacrificied to please the masses like the christ crucifixion/
in my metaphors, stay elusive transformin to the zodiac killer, foreva lackin in thoughts that are in contradiction/
mastermind criminal record hardly fiction/
talkin big at a distance, persistence to reply left the GOD CORLEONE to crush any political dissident/
you diss for the popularity, true feelings come out carelessly partly scared B/
partly the imitation factor his weed consumption tryin to find the rapture, his whole existence is a thought of laughter/ hardly had to capture the territory like hitler(fuck hitler) to plan an invasion, your weakness shown, lack of vocabulary, flow, creativity, patience was easy to convice son to change
his occupation/
PVC so nice, you gotta rewind us twice,hardly waitin for his next time to be tight/its like a fat kid seein a burger they bite


big up to geddon, jesus, shinto, seminole, killa black fat jo the first generation of the whole pvc nation.

NAS
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up

FIRST BLOW IT WAS ALL GOOD JUST A WEEK AGO, BIATCH

what the fuck are u tryin' to prove??? comin' at me like that... bitch ass nigga... u aint' shit.. i'm just gonna give it some time to let u have ur fun.. then strike like a gun!!

lol assassin is a bitch