Spumoni Gardens - Ill Bill, Q Unique, Uncle Howie

Howie: It’s good, it’s good, making some money illegally, you know, like always

Bill: Illegally?

Howie: Always

This is target practice

Guerilla warfare black market tactics

Biblical secret scrolls hidden in the federal building

Uncover the mystery with meddling children

Devilish villains, a violation, entire nations rise, tides are changing

Annihilation of the sky when my mind is racing

I place a cruise of calm in the white station

Vibrations through my arm when the nine’s blazing

It’s mine’s for the taking, I point the snub nose

Pull out the bamboo, homie, and get your drugs rolled

The bundle of dimes hit the corner with the stash

I’m in front of the line like the shortest in the class

Get the torture goons with caps, crews attack with the Uzi clap

Swiss-cheese you up, make you do a foolish dance

My nine will make you lambada, my pistol make you do the limbo

My Mac-11 make you do the windmill

It’s simple, I’m with Slippin' Jimmy scheming on the cash

Wear a mask made for skiing demons armed with gats

Wanna cosplay and slay with the steel?

I’m a real Rocksteady against the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

Satan is real, Lucifer’s a shooter, put a bullet in your Buddha

Kill your idol with the Ruger and a little humor

Get a hollow but creep stealthily, away to Cuba

Drink a bottle of chemotherapy and spit a tumor

Spread a rumor about a terrorist organization

Beheading consumers with the president’s authorization

Sleeper cells kept in a basement deep as hell

Trigger the hammer, smack the primer and heat the shell

Enter the dragon, splash the face and take a seat to chill

You could throw away the motherfucking key, keep the bail

Keep my confiscated cocaine, read my mail

Sell my story to Martin Scorsese and grieve my tale