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La Coka Nostra
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Archie Bunker (feat. Nems)
[Verse 1:ILL Bill]
Glowing Grim Reaper eyes, bleeding skies, demons rise
Half the youth believe in lies how crucified Jesus died
Walk amongst the snake charmers and bank robbers
That sprayed llamas, slay drama [?]
I hate problems, we the most precious resource
With treachery cause
Destiny calls when every king eventually falls
Scientifical THC density warped
Future primitive savage remove the head from your corpse
Throw your aura in a black glow energy warp
Bio-tech cyborgs without a shred of remorse
Another mutated life force of the deadliest sort [?]
My shooter's a strike force remove your heads with a sword
Better yet a sword get a straw medicine galore
On that goon shit we be the most relevant of all
Brand you can bet your hand on
These other brands are tampons
With sand sores but fuck that bullshit cause ours bang hard [?]
[Hook: Nems]
Now everybody sayin' Coka is back
But they ain't go nowhere they was rollin' they stacks
Standing over the body watching smoke from the gat
We the illest in the game and you know it's a fact
BRRAATT!
Bang, bang motherfucker
Hit your bitch raw dong wong motherfucker [?]
Put your shit back you a * motherfucker [?]
Haha, let's get in on motherfucker
[Verse 2: Nems]
Yeah
Knocked 'em out with one punch that's a shitty fight
Getting money fucking Gunther's that's the shitty life [?]
I'm in your city, hype, fucking big titty dykes
These fucking bars will knock a hipster off his city bike
Fuck ya life nigga we so damn glorious [?]
Coney Island hundred deep no it ain't the warriors [?]
It's the lifer gang, nigga get your wifey banged
It's pure dope, put in in the needle, spike ya vein
I hit the booth grillin' tracks with my true feelings
Then I hit the stage acapella they like 'Oh kill 'em'
I'm in the coop chilling, rag top new ceiling
Bumping George Michael cross danglin' off my hoop earring
Eighties shit, get ya lady hit with the crazy dick
Big guns like they on the deck of a Navy ship
You leave the crib I'm smokin' weed with your baby sit
Hit her raw then wipe my nut on the baby bib
[Hook: Nems]
Now everybody sayin' Coka is back
But they ain't go nowhere they was rollin' they stacks
Standing over the body watching smoke from the gat
We the illest in the game and you know it's a fact
BRRAATT!
Bang, bang motherfucker
Hit your bitch raw dog wong motherfucker?
Put your shit back you a * motherfucker
Haha, let's get in on motherfucker
[Verse 3: Slaine]
From the basketball diary, catholic team junkie
Cocaine kid on the path that seemed bumpy
Half the team locked in a casket seen monthly
Travellin' in packs like a capuchin monkey
Sack of trees, chunky my faculties funky
Rackets and packets get me out the lead jumpy
But I ain't had no vertical leap
This is phantom that I can spin into this vertical deep
Now the wrath on that path has a past between us
We killed your radio and smashed your zenith
The federales yeah they had subpoenas
Drones and satellite dishes lying half to Venus
But they can suck my flaccid penis
Once the kids off the crib while I got enough cash to lean us
Serial scratched off when we stash the niners
Live to shoot another day and make a classic remix
[Hook: Nems]
Now everybody sayin' Coka is back
But they ain't go nowhere they was rollin' they stacks
Standing over the body watching smoke from the gat
We the illest in the game and you know it's a fact
BRRAATT!
Bang, bang motherfucker
Hit your bitch raw dong wong motherfucker?
Put your shit back you a * motherfucker
Haha, let's get in on motherfucker
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