It's a Beautiful Thing

I deal out physical justice and actual facts

I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks

But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe

The depth of the deviance that I can conceive

I overachieve, I'm underrated, I've got you under pressure

The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it

Got on stage at your show and I defecated

Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate

Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullshit

It's fucking coka taking over

The wrath of jehova's like a supernova

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

I pull out my sword and I cut you down

The wrath of the lord's what I'm bringing 'round

Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound

I represent what it means to be true to the game

(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)

They call me mr. White, ain't a more suitable name

La coka nostra, it's a beautiful thing

My competition's presentation is so damn weak

I'm all knowing with ak's like mozambique

So gangster when I creep up

Pull a trigger, eagle buck, we don't give a fuck

Even Jesus is leaking blood

From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from

But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun

That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride

Like the cyclone at coney island when it's drama time

Ill bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex

I like hot sluts that suck my dick

I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual

Limited to new pussy, new cars and new pistols too

This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man

Millions of fans relate to la coka nostra

We stand for honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves

A federation of terror in at war with the beast

I represent what it means to be true to the game

(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)

It's billy crystal, ain't a more suitable name

La coka nostra, it's a beautiful thing

[Verse 3: Slaine] (verse almost impossible to understand)

They call me fucking johnny hustle with this knuckle

Puffin' gnarly with the muffle

Mumble, saying nothing

Everybody hottie, snotty-nosed hoes

Totally out of her skull so

My timbos, powder white, outta sight

Knuckle brashed as a baby

I don't even gotta fight

My teams high, we blast for funds

The whole world revolves around cash and guns

Dms villains, the coke and the 'dro smoker

And poke holes in your whole soldier

From the brokenest cold sofa

To dough and mo's with chauffeurs

You should know already now cause I told most of ya's

We bullshit with micks, kykes, cooks, and spics

It's a cold world with ruthlessness

So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this

I represent what it means to be true to the game

(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)

They call me slaine, ain't a more suitable name

La coka nostra, it's a beautiful thing