Geometry of Business - Vinnie Paz, La Coka Nostra

Make room for the heavyweight villain with foul language

Formally known as low-class but now I’m distinguished

Hold that, corner to corner no room for foreigners

Coroners performing their craft daily

There’s a war and it’s morbid

Twenty-four and it’s ease to close at his own wake

Our chest plates, filled with ice cold hearts that don’t break

Respect my g’s, fouls and rejects

Respect those bullets bloody bullies battle for respect

Any cities up inside of this northeast corridor

We sported quarters of raw imported all from Florida

Now the whole block’s flooded with cut coke

We don’t stop leaving youngins gutted, it’s cut-throat

Sometimes I’m rolling dolo in a stolen polo

But I’m still true to my crew I’m never going solo

All these cold winter nights that keep the ice in my blood

I’ll spill the guts out of this bitch and ditch a knife in the mud

It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music listen

Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in

Vinnie P. put the key in the ignition

When we get back lord, we shine and glisten

It’s Pazienza, Coka, goon music listen

Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in

Vinnie P. put the key in the ignition

When we get back lord, we shine and glisten

Respect my G, ya’ll sound nervous

Respect everything that I do or found murdered

Y’all servents, y’all blind without purpose

Stay high walking with guns without permits

Snake bite came in my life with foul serpent

Amaryte blind from birth lord, he worthless

All of y’all signs of ignorance is earthless

All of my mind is viligance and churchless

I don’t want to splash Ack ‘cause Allah made him

And I don’t want the faggot P.O.

to violate him

AR-15 big it’ll annihilate him

You ain’t ever gonna eat this is starvation

Try to sell wolf tickets, feed Allah bacon

Try to bite the hand that feeds y’all, violation

Pussy boi get spotted like dalmatian

Look for God in wrong place so he found Satan

It’s the Coka Nos', Louie Dogs, murder music listen

Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in

Cult leader put the key in the ignition

Bottle in my lap, full throttle twisted

It’s the Coka Nos', Louie Dogs, murder music listen

Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in

Cult leader put the key in the ignition

Bottle in my lap, full throttle twisted

I’m like exploding bullet in a clip

Like a rock of crack in a capsule

Like a lack to see planets that travel backwards through black holes

Run towards conflict, pray for dissipation

Guns talk constant, enslaving civilizations

So we walk like Egyptian pharaeohs worshiping sun ra

Walk up to your window with the barrels and dump shots

Pump four in your lung, slumped over in blood

Stuck over some crumbs, fucked over and done

I teach a crash course in brain surgery

So I don’t need no passports to orchestrate murder sprees

Show you nothing changed, more than when the casket drop

I’ll blow your fucking face off like maskatron

Pop you while you’re driving make you crash your car

Drop acid, yeah, tell you who to drop the acid on

Look what the uzi do, empty pews and anger god

Shoot your funeral, tell me who to drop the casket on

This is Slaine homie goon, chasing goon music listen

This is the only pot I ever had to piss in

The odds against me Imma fight with my own hands

These are the words I’ve been writing as a grown man

This is Slaine homie goon, chasing goon music listen

This is the only pot I ever had to piss in

The odds against me Imma fight with my own hands

These are the words I’ve been writing as a grown man