Ill-Luminous Flow-Tragedy Khadafi

Ill-Luminous Flow - Tragedy Khadafi (*Prod. by Scram Jones) [Intro: ~Raekwon~] 25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid What up, let's pop these niggaz heads the f**k off, man It's on still, f**k that, let's do it! [Raekwon:] Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset Pull out them cannons, and let my ni**a bed check Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich B**ch, I'm guarded by them good ninjas Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals Flooded like the stone mizurics So when you see us, ni**a wouldn't knee us The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your whore We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up Eight eight killas, sorta like the bullocks The wolf child, lift niggaz faster than sit-ups So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers This is all made from the pictures Automatic exchanges, bad boom killas and rangers Violate me, you'll die in the rain, b**ch [Chorus: {Samples Scratched Up}] "You got guns, got guns too" "Watch me -- sh*t ain't a game, recognize the G" "You got guns, got guns too" "Off seasons, I keeps it gully" "You got guns, got guns too" "Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual" "You got guns, got guns too" "It's going down like that" [Tragedy Khadafi:] When I write, floods occuring, arks get built Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents killed Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin Egyptian jewelry, made the dead rise of the tombs Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb Used to f**k with all types of thugs, all types of drugs Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest 2-5, we gon' ride til the government kill us Banana clip in the mack, where niggaz act gorilla The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved sh*t Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it I'm legendary, skills in the art of war vary I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a d**e fiend vein Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids... [Repeat Chorus:]