Intro: Dom Pachino (Killa Sin)
The cook out yo everybody's invited
only the righteous shit
(only the righteousness open the bowl kid)
the god degree (nothing but righteousness)
the seeds (and uplefted)
yo check it (word up kid for real)
(it's a family thing celebrate this shit)
[Dom Pachino]
it's the big day rally with gods
cars parked up in the driveway
in the trenches with the suspenses
got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit stop
build with the god ree he's on the block
we did our bid together on the sixth building
smoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled in
spoke to killa sin on the bowl phone
wanted me to scoop him right quick, before we zoned
hit downtown medina, my spot's blown
killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is known
from war poems to shattering bones and star domes
zone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd home
to the cook out, digital phonebook out
on the look out for the girl scout
with a cookie out, snatch killa up
i-95, he knew the route
unified a buck, in a war truck
the god rolling up as usual
new l.p. shaking the rear view
slowly approaching the gate
smelling the god degree
to see my fam together as one, it makes me happy
Chorus: Beretta 9 (2x)
Events like this keep my family tight
despite the mics, great minds think alike
we ayalite, be a life, so, we could see the lights
recite from the book of life, the book of life
[Islord]
aiyyo, to be exact, it's the god dead, a monk
nice and hot, fastest ass on the block
that's what we peeped out
coming through with some phat shit to smo
