Vinnie Paz — Requiem For Black Benjy in 2 Parts

Part 1 [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I'm Pavarotti with a shotty Move the Charlie while I'm still part of the Little Rhody The bricks is like Basmati, we chop them like did karate My shorty draped in a saree like Sarasvati To make a long story short, I caught a body This carajito couldn't embody what I embody He rubs shoulders with Stalin like Togliatti Burning pot was yellow and it look like Vanaspati The Black Hills ammunition hotter than wasabi I call Black Banners and I fly to Abu Dhabi Scoop me at the ADI in the Maserati Staring at a lithograph of Raja Ravi In a courtroom cocky like I'm Gotti It's over half a million bodies in Makati I puff on Afghan like Shah Durrani The bullets in the armory look like a hot tamale [Verse 2: Crimeapple] I'm riding in a bucket with the roman candles Looking for your favorite rapper, rocking open sandals Roll the window down, I'm throwing pólvora Now your mami stressed, screaming out "Ojalá" Squeezing in your mouth, no Orajel, send you all to hell Shit still on a scale 'cause my mixtape doin' sorta well I can still win a Cy Young the moment the pie come Try some, you'll be Harlem shaking till your mind numb Verses crack ounces of piff, I got all kind of dope If I get low, fiends licking the baggy like an envelope Labels ain't cutting a check, so I cop sarin gas Garfield Thanksgiving Day Parade's how I'm airing cats Wear a mask in October and every other holiday Stock your face if I heard that he chopping base and got the papes Run upon you, I already told you my blood is Goya This spic take enough work to terrify a Trump supporter Whoa! Part 2 [Verse 3: Tha God Fahim] I stack money hand over head Ask about the God, I'm the man in the bread I'm hotter then Louisiana Hot Sauce Take you hostage, ain't no bridges where you getting dropped off Uh, I'm rocking furs for the winter Uh, as I emerge from this printer I grab the mic and turn MC's to dinner Walk up on you and shred you like Master Splinter I'm buying guns like the military Armor-piercing rounds put you in the cemetery I like the bread but I got more rolls Reading godly books just to help me through this cold world I walk around with the angel of death Make you pay me with money and pay me in respect Ain't no funny business, have you smiling by the neck Never leave the fort without throwing on the TEC [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Look, dry snitching is a lonely disease This is shells of money, homie, macaroni and cheese This is luxury, we eating Babylonian peas Dumb muhfucka, get some [?] and read Listen homie is you riding or what? He talking to ops, homie, he be trying his luck Y'all ain't getting nothing B, I'm not providing Nathan I greet my brother peacefully it's "As-salāmu ʿalaykum" Turn this muhfucka to a horror scene The periquito yellow B, it look like it's a quarantine I'm all about my motherfucking spinach, chicken Florentine Doctrine of divine illumination, Santo Augustine The gravedigger gonna teach you how to move the dirt And jefe gon' have to teach you how to move the work This .40 praying homie and she dying to pop Momma told me I should strike while the iron is hot Battyman!