The Altar

[Intro]
(I’m the J57)

[Ras Kass]
Ha
Guess who I am?

[Verse 1] Ras Kass
The dough’s thicker, my flow is bananas
Plus Rassy be in the hood like Cobra Commander
Scold niggas, slow bammers get exposed to the camera
Green go for the grammar like Banner exposed to the gammas
Listen
I’m off the chain like abolition
You’re a fat fuck and your bitch suffer malnutrition
So how you dissing? My style foul/fowl as chicken
So pussy niggas stay seated just like I am pissing
Book smart gang-banging. Gucci dog tag chain hanging
Everybody loves me, blame Raymond
[?]
Felony with a bar tab, gift of gab, peel bitches like a scab
When I’m drunk I smoke stoges, that’s my gateway-drug
Dead In the middle of Little Italy like the late great Pun
Skill and agility, literally I don’t vacate, son
Heavy artillery, tyranny, how I take they ones

[Hook] Snak the Ripper
If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made
Standing at the altar

If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar

[Verse 2] El Gant
Yeah
Fresh out of the box, Ras Kass with ‘57 and Gant
Ready to launch, heavy, inevitably I’ma turn to a monster
Mark your
Calendar
That’s how we stomp a
Hole up in this business like, I sprint like an Olympian
These kids ain’t got their fitness right
Hit this mic, big dollars and cents
I’m a better clone, said it out a megaphone
Get it known
Have it all make sense like Rosetta Stones
Set in stone, these bylaws
Hop off of this high horse and I’m high five-ing my highball glass
Look in these eyeballs, think one of us are bluffing? You frontin’
We’re the young Doyle Brunson
Royal flush up in this clutch, let’s buck ‘em to the luncheon
This is crunch music
Round of Rassy raps, run it back and punch to it
Give you lung fluid, emphysema beats
We could lead at least a million people on these streets
Pull up a seat so you can see the feast
Beast like I’m altered, Pope Francis with a praying mantis, welcome to the altar

[Hook] Snak the Ripper
If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made
Standing at the altar

If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar

[Break]

[Hook]
If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Sacrifices to be made
Standing at the altar

If you ain’t really living how your life is portrayed
We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade
If your life’s a charade, you must like getting played
Put a knife in your face
Standing at the altar