Speak Of The Devil

[Intro]
–Diamonds on, lime is small (Uh)
Rack rhymes on islands of sorts...
[?]
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing
God is great, God is good, bow our heads, let us thank us for this food
And by his hands we shall be fed, I thank the Lord for my daily bread

[Chorus]
Y'all niggas better learn y'all place in this rat race
The black face bandits, still suited like Pa State (Still)

[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G. & Mickey Diamond]
Starts–, starts–, starts ringin'
Sta–, If my buglar alarm starts ringin'
What?

[Verse 2]
These days I'm down to split a nigga like Pleiades, [?]
The mic Cocolia, Obi-Wan, only one who can hold a wand and work magic
Hit the court, it's like I got the ball on the string
No look past us, equivalent to no hood classics, I drop a tape in a glass on a bed, bor shatter
I'm like Kuwait for the raptors, I never borrowed a line from a rapper
I saw the signs long before and after, sign your Death Note and close the chapter (What?)
Doin' this since niggas was gettin' music of Napster (Of Napster, my nigga)
Think slow and talk faster, Ray Allen with the jump or balance (For real)

[Interlude 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Mickey Diamond]
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin'
What?
Diamond

[Verse 3]
Mastermind dictions, my flicktions: "Pots and digis"
Sky's the limit, the sky's the gimic, you can't buy the vision I see, Passo Salati
Vigorous rhyme schemes and patterns that... lock up competetion like Perry Saturn in '93
The most elusive, exclusive footwear, only rock it if it look weird
Ralph Lauren flannel like I hunt deer, the final frontier, ridin' my wave when you know I'm bound to jump gears
No fronts here, Jesus grab the wheel
Devil in the rearview mirror, no reflections
Slip through the carport undetected, park the whip second floor, horizontal by the exit
Countin' my blessin's, minutes, hour, seconds, grim is the flow
The vower of session, regurgitatin' the evils my eyes seen (Uh, ah)
Then I speak it in my lines, (Uh, ah) with these lyrics I can paint a crime scene (Grr, grr)
Blood shot, see in my eyes, I need some vaseline, tryna wash the dirt of my soul so I can die clean
Keep it filthy like your hygiene, Glock 9s with the high beam
Xanny bars, cop cars and sirenes
Rude boys takin' top soft like a new bar (Uh, ah)
Any handled beef they gon' ride like a new car (Skrr, what?)

[Chorus]
Y'all niggas better learn y'all place is this rat race
The black face bandits, still suited like Pa State

[Interlude 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Mickey Diamond]
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing
God–, God Sound
It's gon'–
God is great, God is good, bow our heads, let us thank us for this food
Start–, start
And by his hands we shall be fed
Start
I thank the Lord for my daily bread
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringin'
If my burglar–, if my burg–, if my buglar alarm starts ringin'
Amen (Amen)

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Mickey Diamond]
Amen (Amen)
Starts–, starts ringin'