Silence

Yeah, it's Big Louie Doggs

Jedi Mind

OS

Yeah, baby

Yeah

Walk with me

Yeah

I'm Abdulla the Butcher

Pay respect or I'm pulling the cooker

You might as well kill yourself, I'm pulling the pusher

Even if you survive, son

You still bitch 'cause I'm waiting anxiously to pull the kill switch

Your body's still stiff, rigor mortis. I bring pain in its rawest

Cain chorus, I seen pain, it was pure as Rich Porter's

I seen brains, it was poured on six corners

Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remains heartless

That's due to my fixation on the darkness

Just give me your 40, you idiot, and Billy Dee

You'll see what the psychology of Philly really be

Yeah, I'm from the birthplace of Rocky

My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti

You couldn't stop me, I'm Philly brained

I'll stick around and wait and witness how the pain feel, fucking faggot

(The silence of a candle burning in my room)

We in the game where we smash for freedom

While producers' cribs look like wax museums

We set up shop, round up, in tech the region

See a hundred Puerto Ricans, on beans he's leaning

We out to slaughter people, we that porbe-ico

We them revolutionaries 'cause no laws equal

We them executioners, God your cerebral

I'll pick your brain matter up in God's cathedral

Don't sleep, I'll put a dagger to your chin

Approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp

Make you stagger with a limp, I'm an addict for the gin

Like a Catholic for the sins, speaking rapture through they lips

And you passionate of the limb, but that chapter don't exist

I put the ratchet to your ribs and make a bastard out your kid

Make a casket out your crib while I'm smashing out your wiz

Have a gasm to the kid, then I'm laughing at the biz

The most immaculate to spit, most elaborate with the gift

To dip my whole team this karat on they wrist

I need rocky fingertips, next flutter the gist

So when we step up in the spot, don't nobody forget what

(The silence of a candle burning in my room)

I'm the type that can slaughter a syllable

You killable rap niggas, spit words so pitiful

Sheesh, I pity the fool, I'm sick with the do-it

We shitting on dudes, you need to be more hip to the new

We ruthless, untame, type of tall-yo

I'm number one draft pick, man, endorse my quote

You hear sports? I'll low, I escort my folk

We deep like dead bodies on tour, I know

We ride like Coupe de Villes, aim, shoot to kill

OS and Jedi Mind, we the true for real

So I'll we rock three-piece suits and bill

Like Reservoir Dogs in the booth, I spill

I feel more official with steel on a hill

G-five shine bright like a stainless steel

The name is real, Outerspace the reign is real

If you can't stand the rain, then this ain't your field, stupid

Ass nigga, dummy shit

(The silence of a candle burning in my room)

(And the voice within the candle whispers of a timeless peace that lies beyond)