Lyrics It's a Beautiful Thing - Slaine, Ill Bill, La Coka Nostra

It's a Beautiful Thing

I deal out physical justice and actual facts
I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie’s tracks
If I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn’t believe
The depths of the deviance that I can conceive
I overachieve, I’m underrated
I got you under pressure, I’m over medicated
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 Jehovah’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 mean to be true to the game
Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
They call me Mr. White!
— Ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
I represent what it mean to be true to the game
Or what its like what a hollow tip’ll 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 seizing from
But on closer inspection you see it’s the heat from the gun
That’s makin' his body rise, homicide, I’mma 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
I’m into 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 honor amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
A federation of terror in a war with the beast
I represent what it mean to be true to the game
Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
It’s Billy Crystal!
— Ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
I represent what it mean to be true to the game
Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
It’s Billy Crystal!
— Ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
They call me fuckingCharlie Hustle with his knuckles gnarly,
Puffin' marley with a muffled mumble saying nothing hardly
Truck Denali, everybody hottie
Buying snotty-nosed hoes, totally out of our skulls
Soles on my timbos, powder white outta sight
Knuckles brashed as a baby, I don’t even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for funds
Our whole world revolve around cash and guns
DMS villains, the coke and the dro smokers
That poke holes in your hoe’s chocha
From the brokenest cold sofa to posin' with dough in limos and old chauffeurs
You should know already now 'cause I told most of ya’s
We bullshit with Bolsheviks, guineas, and micks
Kykes, gooks, spooks, and spics
It’s a cold world with ruthlessness
So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this
I represent what it mean to be true to the game
Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
They call me Slaine!
— Ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing
I represent what it mean to be true to the game
Or what it’s like what a hollow tip’ll do to your brain
They call me Slaine!
— Ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, It’s a beautiful thing