Pistol Opera

[Intro]
He comes from the cesspools of sin. He comes from the Land of the Rising Sun. They call him the Pearl of the Orient. He is the master of the Dim chain, he is the master of the Dragon Chi, he is the master of anybody, who has the guts to step into the ring with a man that is blessed by such speed, agility, ability and all the seven martial arts. There is nobody, I can test this man on the baddest street, in the worst town in the USA, and we can walk at leisure, we can hold 100$ bills in our hand and ain't nobody come up and try to take it away, so if there is any fools out there that think they really wanna get in the ring, remember, you enter at your own risk, you leave, with some help

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, 7L
Yeah, Ibrahim
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy
C'mon, man, look
Yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Purposely designed (Purposely designed!)
That's the Ka'bah and it's perfectly aligned (Alhamdulillah)
Biodiversity refined (Refined!)
Santo D'oro where the mercury is mine (That's where I'm from)
Premier crew, burgundy the wine
Allah sent the serpent as a sign (Allahu Akbar!)
This the university of crime (Philly out here!)
Perform surgery on your spine (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!)
The Draco is the size of a ape (Brr!)
Muhfucka know what happen if you try to escape
Duct tape and shivering crows, the arms of a snake
These is Remingtons and they about the size of a grape (pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Homie, this'll fracture the Earth
And there's twelve looking for drugs, it's a natural birth (It's nothin' here, stupid!)
Arafat at the summit (At the summit)
A good army marches on its stomach

[Chorus: Scratches]
No-no-no-no-no-no question
No-no question
Ayo come on, ayo come on, man
No-no question
No-no-no-no-no-no question
Ayo come on, ayo come on, man

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
The Moabite, I saw a demon was all purple (Shayateen)
You see the benefits when you keepin' a small circle (Abidullah)
These are birds of prey, pa, and then I'll irk you
Black seed oil, the medicine all herbal
That's black cotton, it's not fertile (It's [?])
Eighty percent of communication is non-verbal (Shh!)
It ain't DiBiase without Virgil (Million dollar man)
A real Nighthawk fiber optic, the nocturnal (Brrr!)
Invisible Lady that sing Mingus
And half of my akhs not able to speak English
You won't stop popping 'til he finishes (pa-pa-pa!)
It's an OG in the Garment District that speak Yiddish ([?])
MCM and a fly figaro
With two bears, this Gale Sayers and Brian Piccolo
Line 'em up, drown 'em in gas (Burn!)
Don't let the sun go down on your ave (Never, stupid!)

[Chorus: Scratches]
No-no-no-no-no-no question
No-no question
Ayo come on, ayo come on, man
No-no question
No-no-no-no-no-no question
Ayo come on, ayo come on, man