Big Don Vincenzo

[Goretex]
What up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin' the Benz-o
Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows
Our money sacks, we max like million dollar slacks
Coked up, ready to run the hundred mile track
Passing the buildings, smokin' my ganja plant with children
Like Dennis Hopper, rappin' about zebras and Sicilians
Predictin' stardom like a swami
I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone, soft bread and fried pastrami
Eatin hearty like Luca Brasi, I gotta call Billy Batts
To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, Hitachis
Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal
Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical
Gold fanatic, shootin' beats like an addict
Peace to all my shooters with gun stats, who makin' magic
Bucktown goes BIZARRE
Killing fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr
To the max, I keep it, rugged for days
PJ's be like a maze, got these niggas in the verbal haze
Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini
My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Paganini
Parmesan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie
With cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi
Shit is real dunn, Brooklyn killers with guns
So give up your funds, next time you see me on the roof-tops