Brass Knucklez

(Vast Aire)
I’m Vishnu Allah I’m on my din
and so his he that’s Lord Hakim
it took a few seconds to draw up the scheme,
we the Moorish gods yeah that’s the team
We puff the magic to let off steam,
like Marcus Garvey
these dues are godly,
and in another Life I was Rastafri
in the life before that wrote the Code of Hammurabi
Hey I’m like Cassius clay
my queen told me we should mold men into clay
Yeah now I’m Muhammad Ali
I bob and weave you cannot hit what you can’t see.
Yeah I was blessed with the 3 the A, B, C‘s the A to Z’s
We look’n for moons that got the cheese
when I sneeze I give life to galaxies

(Lord Hakim)
Niggaz better bob & weave like hod hoes rats in Hair shops
Trust me, Its Nigga Saki the second the record drops
Got that true Hip Hop like vinyl in record shops
Shit, these new school dudes is fake like movie props
Easy Hops, you aint tryn ta get ya snot box popped
I suggest you muthafuckas kick rocks like beat cops
Fam, I lay hands like the man wit seven wounds
The square is true, spit sharp from the heart to sever dudes
Sample tunes, type ta hack a loop ta death
Wit cut & stabs like my lab was the last house on the left
A golden era terror blatant skill on wax
Bitch I'm sick, I central park jog on a track
This is brass knuckle rap, touch cats like spinal tap
Bring ya play'n to an end like death in the final act
An actual fact it The Sun Of Man show & prove
Fuck sum music I live what you listening to

(Phizz Ed)
You got me twisted like Wesley in two wong foo, yall two wrong dudes
steppin to a nigga who will fuck up ya whole crew,
what ya’ll the mascots, for the fagots, in ascots,
fixen to get that ass moly whopped,
nigga please ease back ,
before you get jack smacked with the same hand that was just on my nut sack,
Vast, Lord Hakim and phizzedmusic.com,
got you worryin about your mom,
face it, she in the basement, wonderin where her face went,
niggas is complacent,
and they really aint dun shit,
I stay hungry like a crack addict,
all ways chasin that next hit,
no bullshit, that’s why I spit,
like a calico, this is 1 shot and I got 99 to go,
so hold your head bro, as i bestow,
a flurry of flows,for you funny actin rap bitches and you snoot booty negroes,
who turn up they nose, some bros. be tatted up,
we chat it up , smack you up
get to hangin niggas like the klu klux,
you dumb shmucks ,u dumb fucks,
go on and pluck the strange fruit,
I put on my shit kickers before I give wack niggas the boot