Byzantine Jewelry - Vinnie Paz

Yo, son duck down the alleyway

Hot shots have him screaming like Cab Calloway

You can hear the hooting and hollering from like a mile away

I run with assholes who see a vic and salivates

I don’t touch the work, that’s just something that I allocate

Sectarian split, ineffectual Caliphate

It’s goma on the scale and difficulty to calibrate

Don’t ask me about nothing now I ain’t trying to collaborate

He saw an angel in the Lazarus pit

This that Yahweh real king of Nazareth shit

I ain’t the one that you should walk into the labyrinth with

And I ain’t the motherfucker you should saddle with shit

The dart spray semi-automatic like a ooh-wop

Spit the rhyme then I bounce the master like a doo-wop

It’s a 249 and it’s colder than hell

And I treat this assholes like they JoJo the Whale

(Put 'em in da fuckin' bat-troom)

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo)

Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)

Yo yo yo

Look

In a resort in a housebed

Your money short cause your mouth big

Tryna put to much food in his mouth pit

We take trips back and forth down south kid

It’s detrimental if you telling me after

Hop with the Jet Set, Jello Biafra

Panic in Needle Park, a 70s master

Suicide, there’s a ebony plaster

The Prada duffel is a khaki tan

Snake in the Eagle’s Shadow lord, Jackie Chan

Make salat on my deen like an Iraqi man (Allahu Akbar)

It’s feddy absolute green like it’s Barry Mann

This ain’t the devil’s dirt this is rare soot

The shoemaker children go barefoot

The way you die isn’t fate it’s a choice

Watch your bombaclot mouth, take the bass out your voice

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo)

Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)

Yo yo yo (yo yo)

(Aight)