Jail Cell Recipes - Vinnie Paz

The .50 Cal break your cartilage where collagen at

Shots have him face down like a Klonopin pack

They will hit you if you have a fucking problem with that

I’m where they hollerin at

Where that joey crack cook coke bubbling at

I’m successful and there’s people having trouble with that

That self pity you accustomed to, well wallow in that

Money, power, respect that’s the key to success

This thing long King Kong when he beating his chest

The further into the abyss, the deeper it’s depths

I killed a Devil last night God, The Reaper is next

You glorify snitches and you giving information

You a vic and I will Jerk a chicken like Jamaicans

If I had power to bring you back from the dead

I’ll bring him back from the dead, so I could clap at his head

I’m the ultimate 16 bar machine

The God of war, the M16, the high chief

I’m the ultimate 16 bar machine

The God of war, the M16, the high chief

The Truck Jewelry amazin ain’t it

Divine the principles of the Ma’at and ancient Kemet

The breath of god we initiates of basic tendency

It’s the dragon and it’s war and it’s Satans pivot

I break laws while you bending the rules

I shoot mafuckas you just get suspended from school

If you take ten steps and draw, then it’s a duel

How you learn to be a man under a tenuous rule?

And my homie from the south came through in a slab

Shotgun pump looking like I’m doing a dab

I will kick the door down catch you in the lab

Then tell the coroner that he know what to do with the task

I did some stupid shit and wrestle with bids

I’m a professional, you don’t know what professional is

The gun connoisseur don’t ask me who got blickies

Pull up like them young Pirus when they popped Rickey

I’m the ultimate 16 bar machine

The God of war, the M16, the high chief

I’m the ultimate 16 bar machine

The God of war, the M16, the high chief