The Last Supper

[Intro:]
"La tata delle mie figlie, Kerala? a se Mauriza, mian dito, malaia sentito, el intel e giornale, hey e rito?, no?"
Ahh, Gucci Ghost!
"All units please respond, a police and FIB sting operation has been compromised on the Westdyke"
Haha!
Wake up!
On Gods!
[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
I got a mask and my man got the gift of gab
I lift and blast, niggas turn to Flash
Hm, at the nice spot with white thots, red Jordans
Only meet Jordan' son and Scottie Pippen' wife guide
You ice hot, bummy ballers, knees some icy high (Bums)
Let me bring that back, you ice hot, 'cause we paid in full (Come on)
Fingers need mеal for delinquent payments
And a fеature arrangement is like a white girl meeting Jason
Who needs some greatness
Ty back being a knucklehead, my uncle said, taking them junkies' bread
Go hand me in bunk beds (Come on)
Meanwhile, I bet three K on the sun spread
The book was basically on one leg, and I still won
You can tell who the boss when the bill come
You been nice since the last time the Bills won (Hahahaha!)
Let that marinate, you featherweight, sweet as a carrot cake
Carry on business, mind the Jerry Jones fours rap
I'm Jerry Rice, I'm very nice
Your heart pump Cherry Sprite, I prepare for fights
For the profit stick like Dana White
They good fictional storytellers, I just paint my life
I still hear bullets whizzin' every time that I shake some dice
He's 6 mile veteran and I don't break your lights (Nah)
Learn from Ken and cousin Harold, I rather had a ticket
So many deals I'm a certified street mathematician
It won't be drinkin' if I make you start the dance with spirits


[Verse 2: Bori
Rock]
On Gods!
Gracia dio can make you de (Make you de)
You know first to respond because you, mala fe, saka fe
My zo need a ounce of fat (What up, zo?) I'm 'bout my bread
You want a nigga fresh out the feds? choke a skinny neck
Make it wet, the vet , disrespect to get respect
Disconnect from niggas that don't progress (Goofy)
Feds intercepted a brick, my only regret
Bori ya deck, cuttin' kilos up 'til my pockets come right
Family got the recipe, I don't get charged for the cut (On Gods!)
Niggas ain't mentionin' me, they eardrums is sus (They eardrums is unwavy)
Sick, twisted fantasies, opps in the pool of blood (Grr)
I ain't on no gay shit (grrr), grip a nigga on a day shift
Getaway yo' big kicks, but I got a facelift
Never start a nigga, you basic
My nigga flay them kids but in them orangutan clips (On Gods!)
Do a opp like Jeffrey Dahmer you fool like Benihana's
All my niggas move that China (Jethro, moafucka)
[Verse 3: Big Trip (UC)]
No pressure why would I sweat?
Paid a thousand for this crewneck , break yours with a suplex
Stackin' like a duplex poppin' shit in real life ain't no pie
When that blue check please, don't get emotional
I'm used to rooms filled with killers
Y'all far from cut only reason I'm so sociable
My verses come with quotables Trip I'm highly notable, Unapproachable My price is my price, is not negotiable (On Gods!)
Give a fuck if you love me bloodstains in my Polo Rugby
Big Trip, y'all fucked around and killed John Wick's puppy
Now I'm in the basement tearing up the floor looking for that .44 That I swore I wouldn't touch anymore
But I'm back at it, train on every track, Vin Diesel
Hodge in the shack tattered, illers, Detroit's mine on my image
My killers, opps, thinking they might kill us
Smith and, permanent position in my britches
These niggas crossed invisible bridges
Ain't forgot about the action like Bruce Willis
I pull up to your crib like a new tenant
Whole squad, motherfucker, you know, lieutenants, salute
Fully tinted the coupe
Backseat big enough for threesome
Don't get your bitch taken, I'm Liam Neeson
We copped the drink as soon as they release 'em
Weigh 'em piece by piece
And if it ain't respect a piece, this piece a piece some
I come with all the sauce and cheese feel like a piece of pizza


[Verse 4: SHAYKH HANIF]
HUH!
'Member we used to cut that shit up wearing all designer
Call the sliders 4 homicides, I'm what you call a rider
Work sellin' cellphones, need a sales pitch
Drivers truckin' across country or we could mail it
Kingpin talk when you ain't sell shit
I'm in the game, with a 36 of diesel like when Shaq was on the Celtics
My biggest fear was a federal charge
Business never personal, I don't get my feelings involved
Every bar authentic, I ain't embellished at all
Now it's white collar crime trying to embezzle it all
Trap house to a condo, did it pronto
Talking money in every convo you know the motto
Cut the work to the brick bleed
Selling fish scales, got me hot as fish grease
Huh, I've been serving fat with the Hooters
Just a little side gig, couple extra manoeuvres
They asking if we signed, I ain't stressing the rumors
Rap game, trap game it's all direct to consumer (What?)
Ain't no love lost, shoot a nigga for a just cause or just cause (Heh)
You the type to run and hide when it jumps off
That chip still on my shoulder, I just wipe the dust off (On Gods!)
It's the Umbrella, bitch
[Verse 5: Snotty]
One nine, two times, Big Umbrella
Snotty
I been rockin' less Polo and more Prada
Ironic how I'm still spinning horse dollars, these niggas ain't my caliber (They not)
They shot up the spaceship like it's Gallagher
Bust a nigga melon like I'm Galaga
Y'all probably too young to remember son
And shit, even as a kid, it was war, I don't ever remember fun
I remember years about a gun, you probably couldn't relate (Y'all don't get it)
If I shot through 57 held me down in '08
You know the Taurus, call the florist, is a funeral at a time that I touch a pen (It's time)
They ain't with us? Fuck them then
Don't need no fucking friends, I'm off that
Rap ain't judge, I'm bringin' New York back (Bringin' it back)
Peace to M.A.V., this is Cloth rap, not for soft cats
You send shots, I'mma send shots, I'm with all that (I'm whatever)
I send shots, niggas sent cops, what's with all that? (Fuck outta here)
I'm into deep in the streets, think I need to fall back
I'm livin' every lyric, y'all all cap
Diamonds


[Verse 6: Mickey Diamond]
In a world with no direction, ain't no tellin' where I'm headed, Hell or Heaven (Yeah)
Still chasin' blue notes like Harold Melvin (Huh)
Browns merry-go, I keep the chamber carouselin'
Gucci Ghost 4 but niggas just catchin' wind like parasailin'
Then again, I dropped so much It's hard for you to keep up Reader's Digest, but the bars acid reflux
Every song make him say "uhh" like Master P cuts
Y'all just elephants in the room that rap for peanuts
This Kimberly, .45 gon' need to jog a lapse a nigga memory
Perhaps I tend to wrap it way too vividly
Sick of being broke, a hundred racks gon' be the remedy
Lining with the punchlines and smack him with the similes (What)
Heavy artillery, pass my dog the strap
Now we hangin' out the back catchin' hats like he Hillary
You ain't gotta be a masseuse to see, you feelin' me?
Bishop with the Juice, spit it like a missin' tooth
Don't ever get it misconstrued (Don't)
This Cartier wears is discontinued, order steak Maui off the menu Umbrella turned sold out shows to murder venues
The music write itself a Ouija board how my pen move
Jot the kind of lyrics that conjure spirits, the illest (Uh)
Blood spilling out your ears, you need a priest just to hear it
Where I'm from you either keep toast on your hip
Squeeze first or be the first to kiss a ghost on the lips
I'm a six figure nigga, I can't post on the strip
Now I autograph records, sign posters and shit
The verse is nice, merchandise you gotta purchase twice
Immaculate Conception kinda like the birth of Christ
It's the Poltergeist, my name too big to be at open mics
Dolomite pimpin', bad motherfucker show you, right (Hahahaha)
Blow the light (Diamonds)
The flow is like Super Dave jumpin' 12 buses on a motorbike (What)
Rappers talkin' like I blew up overnight
Sick of being overlooked, I went and threw up on the mic
I know some ghoulie-ass niggas, all they do is wanna fight
Be outside wavin' sticks like they going on a strike (Uh)
Hit a bitch nigga with the strap like a dike
I ain't wanna do it to him but he act so polite
[Outro: Mickey Diamond]
Wake up!
Brrrr!
It's the Umbrella, bitch
Hahaha, Gucci Ghost
Ahh, Gucci Ghost!