Hardcore Chemical - La Coka Nostra

Hardcore Chemical - La Coka Nostra
I'm the problem and the solution
The revolution won't be televised it's too gruesome
Too gangster too graphic for you born again faggots
My words inspire people like the ten commandments
I floss with diamond teeth scuba dive on a private beach
Billy idol smoke chronic with cheech
I cut your tongue out for talking against me
My enemies' grandchildren will remember me for centuries
The fine line between insanity and genius
Murder you I give your reality a remix
Humanity's beneath us we super humans
Super tyrants super violent listen to the way my nine click
Right before I pop your collar
The most hated from new york like I shot your Mamma
Compare me to amazon com for dollars
Canarsie osama riding with a of martyrs f**ker
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound
The thicker the plot the quicker the shot the liquor
And pot
Got me higher than the denver junkie shocking the monkey
Feeding his habit set it up cook it up tie
It off and stab it
Shoot it up feel the rush then throw up your guts
Nod out for a while 'cause the style is nuts
Like I'm in roca it's f**king coka
These other cats fake it with that baking soda
This is it this is it yeah I'm back on
The sh*t again
Danny boy danny boy you ever gonna spit again
C'mon homie you know me yeah I birthed your style
The money back guarantee I make it worth your while
Still the cadillac king I don't f**k with foreign cars
American I need a blowjob and a porn star
Nobody move no not one punk
I f**k around and pull out my shotgun pump
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound
Yeah d**e motherf**kers I came back to spit
Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips
When I lose my cool and shoot it's accurate
Give me some room I make yous move back a bit
I came from a town where the hope can drown
Bought a teaspoon from the d**e and found
With their necks tied up and the rope around
Eighties cars overheated broken down
Car thieving heathen living where no odds or even
Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving
Everybody scheming we all deceiving
I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums
Now I stand in a position of strength
So I speak for those who can't I spit what
I think
I'm from the city where motherf**kers were sticking the pigs
I rep the Irish street cats and the micks in
The clink c'mon
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical gangster material
Tri city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up shut 'em down
Keep it raw riding with the gutter sound