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The Altar (feat. Snak the Ripper)

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The Altar (feat. Snak the Ripper) - Jamo Gang Lyrics


[Intro]

(I'm the J57)



[Ras Kass]

Ha

Guess who I am?



[Verse 1] Ras Kass

The dough's thicker, my flow is bananas

Plus Rassy be in the hood like Cobra Commander

Scold niggas, slow bammers get exposed to the camera

Green go for the grammar like Banner exposed to the gammas

Listen

I'm off the chain like abolition

You're a fat fuck and your bitch suffer malnutrition

So how you dissing? My style foul/fowl as chicken

So pussy niggas stay seated just like I am pissing

Book smart gang-banging. Gucci dog tag chain hanging

Everybody loves me, blame Raymond

[?]

Felony with a bar tab, gift of gab, peel bitches like a scab

When I'm drunk I smoke stoges, that's my gateway-drug

Dead In the middle of Little Italy like the late great Pun

Skill and agility, literally I don't vacate, son

Heavy artillery, tyranny, how I take they ones



[Hook] Snak the Ripper

If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Sacrifices to be made

Standing at the altar



If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Put a knife in your face

Standing at the altar



[Verse 2] El Gant

Yeah

Fresh out of the box, Ras Kass with ‘57 and Gant

Ready to launch, heavy, inevitably I'ma turn to a monster

Mark your

Calendar

That's how we stomp a

Hole up in this business like, I sprint like an Olympian

These kids ain't got their fitness right

Hit this mic, big dollars and cents

I'm a better clone, said it out a megaphone

Get it known

Have it all make sense like Rosetta Stones

Set in stone, these bylaws

Hop off of this high horse and I'm high five-ing my highball glass

Look in these eyeballs, think one of us are bluffing? You frontin'

We're the young Doyle Brunson

Royal flush up in this clutch, let's buck ‘em to the luncheon

This is crunch music

Round of Rassy raps, run it back and punch to it

Give you lung fluid, emphysema beats

We could lead at least a million people on these streets

Pull up a seat so you can see the feast

Beast like I'm altered, Pope Francis with a praying mantis, welcome to the altar



[Hook] Snak the Ripper

If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Sacrifices to be made

Standing at the altar



If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Put a knife in your face

Standing at the altar



[Break]



[Hook]

If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Sacrifices to be made

Standing at the altar



If you ain't really living how your life is portrayed

We ‘gon find out where you living and ignite the grenade

If your life's a charade, you must like getting played

Put a knife in your face

Standing at the altar

The Altar (feat. Snak the Ripper) lyrics !!!