Artist: Pusha T, Raekwon, Joell Ortiz, Danny Brown Album: The Man with the Iron Fists O.S.T. Song: Tick, Tock Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Pusha T] King Push, RZA, razor, execution [Pusha T] The devil is a liar, you ain't broke bread, til you taste the devil's pie They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise, them wings don't fly Your traitor is your neighbor, at your front porch And he's handing you your paper, bathrobe on But the swords underneath, and they wanna see your blood As it pours in the street, it's the mark of the beast The meek shall inherit the earth, the weak shall inherit the dirt You each should of perished at birth, still born or aborted Every street tax gotta come with an audit Either your life or your loved ones, straight razor or a snub gun From the village where the thugs from Same corner that you copping all your drugs from He a hero but he unsung, I'm the one [Raekwon] The Chambers is 36, the new and improved Now make a move, these guns whistle, sizzle up dudes Who got big mouths, no power, run to the bank With no dollars, got the nerve to switch crews We better then the rest of them, my guess is the estrogen And all the money we got, will move like the Mexicans And cartel, compound, and Carvel, the large scale It's Scarsdale, I fuck with golf, now, Shallah's ill Yeah, the coke is fresh, straight out of Bermuda, yo I'm chilling on the beach in Boca, chica with tuna Salads and palaces, yo, we smoke out them chalices Passing off balances, and bread til the Island, since Ninety eighty four, the blow is just more Then we would come through with rifles, rocking night boots in war A real niggas invention that came from a henchman Who blew up, now through the Wu up, that's my redemption [Chorus: Pusha T sample] "Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life Drug, drug dealer, been that nigga half my life You niggas talking, but you ain't never them Imagine been first name basis with the kingpin" [Joell Ortiz] God I was Lucifer's neighbor You wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper Moving with lasers and the rugers, make a move, you make the papers Lose-lose situation, sweat up blood, you get to choose what you bath in A chemist cook work, the runner's foot work The customs took work, the soldiers put work in On any one of them muthafuckas who fuck up good work Bosses tell 'em good work, that just how the hood work Northface bubble with eight bundles under it Gold front upper lip smile while I was hugging it I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm fucking with My mom blew that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it Champ hoodie, mongoose with the pads Clap your stoup up, hit mom dukes in the legs That's beef, nigga, ya'll aint street niggas Ya'll peep niggas, write it down and try to be niggas Fucking everything, neck heavy swing Second hand swept across that pretty break leg In that Nissan Honda Chevy thing, peddling Whatever bring, fetti' in, steadily I fed my whole time [Chorus] [Pusha T] In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso Niggas get the picture, I ain't gotta paint the nostrils You know my origin is over, when Fat black bitches singing over organs Die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow You save that for the one you buying red bottoms Yuck, that's the price you gotta pay for it Alls fair love and war, she masquerade for it Woo, Jack-O-Lantern Push Trick or treat, fucking shit, I earned it off the books Now listen to me vent, when you sit and watch It's like tires being spinned, shots from everywhere But they never make a dent, knight in shining armor Mistake me for the villain, cuz my vengeance is your karma Yeah, fear is knowing your a goner It's music to my soul cuz it's death before dishonor, gone [Danny Brown] Got the tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher That used the church money, to cop a new beemer Got the heart of a child, raised by a prostitute That bought his mama the rubbers when the john came through It's the microphone methadone, bringers of that extra stone You ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperon Popping pills, got a nigga brain like a labyrinth Called the ho on purpose but I got the brain on accident Niggas, I'm your majesty, show up with a bag of weed Roll a blunt so perfect, thought it came up out a factory My manuscript be the man with the boldest grapes The insomniac with nightmares in sixteens I'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor Travel in class like a high school rumor No one really cares if your embarrass us with style Cuz when it comes to them raps, you been letting us down So tell 'em why you mad, son, gotta get it off your chest Let 'em know how you feel, son Ya'll gotta say what you gotta say It don't matter, they gon' say a nigga hating, anyway