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[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 Songtextewith 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 x2: Beretta 9] 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 smoke out on our way to the big day, where our whole family's at from the grandmas down to the stars parlaying and having a fantastic time hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my dome peace with the gods niece that i knew back from knowledge culture knowledge apartment 3-g, sitting back with me gradually, analyzing the sunshine over the family and the seeds growing up tremendously fast right before your eyes next thing you know they on size [Killa Sin] all my life a waited for this, a day of pure bliss celebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise way back, to the broke days, rocking prokays that was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay damn, i used to love her like common not enough to understand the bond between woman and a man when i hunger, i guess because i was younger back then plus the fact i wasn't packing no meat a litte fat kid, hungry for some action daily so i played laser tag with real gats suicide perhaps a skully by the black fence intense, my mind flashed a dipped in '96 yo, i'm on now, soldiers of the dark', underground hit plus some shit, regardless, i made it that way growing from the earth like a garden sarving no more this kid is famished awaiting for the day that me established the festival of the gods and the planets, we planning understanding god damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered with landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass singer foul, form a line for this fool, settle down for there's a jewel in the stash [Chorus: x2] [Outro: Beretta 9] Kid, word up Aus Songtexte Mania