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

with 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: Beretta 9 (2x)

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 smo