Lyrics Creed of the Greeder - La Coka Nostra
It′s
the
return
of
the
assassin
I
believe
in
the
creed
of
the
greedier
Bash
in
your
skull
with
guns,
I'm
deceiving
the
media
Look
at
the
web
of
lies
that
I
keep
weaving
immediate
Breathing
the
weed
speeding
and
I
ain′t
hitting
medians
either
Fuck
the
Bible,
I'm
writing
my
lyrics
and
read
them
to
Jesus
Fight
with
spirits
and
sleep
in
a
bed
with
the
rifle
near
it
I
used
to
smoke
angel
dust
back
as
a
teen
Copped
the
bundles
in
Harlem
and
sell
packs
of
the
beans
Rolling
in
stolen
cars
leaving
accident
scenes
Crazy
Eddie
envelope
stacked
in
the
back
of
my
jeans
When
you
hear
me
rhyming
wonder
what
has
happened
to
me
I
had
a
wet
brain,
but
I
came
back
spectacularly
I
got
a
third
rail
on
the
train
tracks
will
zap
me
*
That's
why
I′m
just
the
way
I
am,
this
is
actually
me
I
said
the
return
of
the
assassin,
the
assassin
is
me
Wipe
my
ass
with
hundred
dollar
bills
and
laugh
at
a
G
My
greed
gets
me
everything
The
means
to
fulfill
any
dream
Sparked
by
the
endless
greed
As
we
struggle
in
this
world
full
of
lust
and
greed
My
greed
gets
me
everything
The
means
to
fulfill
any
dream
Inclined
to
refine
my
creed
As
we
struggle
in
this
world
full
of
lust
and
greed
It′s
the
return
of
the
cult
leader
I
believe
in
the
creed
of
the
greedier
Final
Destination
like
a
plane
careening
and
speeding
Like
a
demon
in
my
blood
stream
bleeding
anemia
Better
yet
I'm
even
worse
than
that
speaking
leukemia
Premium
goods
like
overpriced
diamonds
that
cut
glass
Coka
without
the
Cola
and
the
white
mustache
The
brand
you
can
trust
We
high-powered
and
coked
up
Hole
in
the
head
looking
like
a
powdered
donut
Or
like
sho′nuff
from
the
last
track
and
cash
stacking
up
Pull
out
the
black
Magnum
now
your
ass
is
backing
up
I've
been
the
poster
child
for
coke
piled
higher
than
the
heavens
I
can
pile
the
streets
rioting
with
peasants
Drinking
cocktails
and
partying
with
rock
stars
Throwing
molotov
cocktails
at
cop
cars
I
said
it′s
the
return
of
the
cult
leader
and
Coka
Nostra's
the
crew
Point
the
finger
over
here
we
pointing
toasters
at
you
It′s
the
return
of
Danny
Boy
La
Coka
Nostra
build
and
destroy
all
Lock
it
down
like
a
dog's
jaw
in
a
dog
brawl
We
get
it
on
y'all,
set
it
on
you
Roll
the
red
carpet
over
your
head
and
shred
it
on
you
We
men
of
honor,
amongst
the
cold-blooded
anacondas
With
invisible
barcodes
and
transponders
I
see
the
chemtrails
acknowledge
everything
homie
But
don′t
trip
though
cause
God
is
everything
homie
I
came
a
long
way
from
airports
and
highways
I
took
the
wrong
way
but
yo
I
did
it
my
way
I
took
you
from
the
House
of
Pain
to
the
House
of
Slaine
Down
the
road
to
Hell
but
made
it
back
without
going
insane
Thinking
one
step
ahead
of
these
lames
Same
super
group,
homie,
we
the
best
in
the
game
It′s
the
return
of
Danny
Boy
and
La
Coka
Nostra
Creed
of
the
greedier,
but
I
already
told
ya
When
you
see
the
greed
and
the
concentration
of
power
Did
you
ever
have
a
moment
of
doubt
about
capitalism?
And
whether
greed
is
a
good
idea
to
run
on?
Well
first
of
all,
tell
me;
Is
there
some
society
you
know
that
doesn't
run
on
greed?
You
think
Russia
doesn′t
run
on
greed?
You
think
China
doesn't
run
on
greed?
What
is
greed?
Of
course
none
of
us
are
greedy
It′s
only
the
other
fella
who's
greedy
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