Big Don Vincenzo

[Goretex]

What up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin' the Benz-o

Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows

Our money sacks, we max like million dollar slacks

Coked up, ready to run the hundred mile track

Passing the buildings, smokin' my ganja plant with children

Like Dennis Hopper, rappin' about zebras and Sicilians

Predictin' stardom like a swami

I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone, soft bread and fried pastrami

Eatin hearty like Luca Brasi, I gotta call Billy Batts

To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, Hitachis

Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal

Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical

Gold fanatic, shootin' beats like an addict

Peace to all my shooters with gun stats, who makin' magic

Bucktown goes BIZARRE

Killing fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr

To the max, I keep it, rugged for days

PJ's be like a maze, got these niggas in the verbal haze

Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini

My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Paganini

Parmesan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie

With cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi

Shit is real dunn, Brooklyn killers with guns

So give up your funds, next time you see me on the roof-tops