The Letter Concerning the Intellect

(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Vinnie the chin, my mentor was Genovese
Prada kicks the same color as fettuccine
He tried to test his loyalty like Adebisi
Nothing in common with anyone who had it easy
This mother****er talking guns when he had a BB
In the tomb of the vizier with Nefertiti
We honorable like we Tuskegee
Bear claws and a buckskin leather tipi
The hollow tips burn slow like theyre pepperoncini
Im with Broken Matt Hardy and the seven deities
Make salat so my soul will reset
He a plug so I let the ****in modem connect
Yall got me confused like I givva give a ****
What yall consider being on the up I call beginners luck
Yous a small fry, Webster Papadopoulos
Everything from here on released from you is posthumous
(Verse 2: Vinnie Paz)
Yeah, the Gucci luggage is a rusty brown
I need some fly shit to check into this dusty town
I told you I dont **** around
I be in camoflouge gore-tex shorty in a lovely gown
Its not a home if its occupants died
He could take this ****ing shot like his doctor prescribed
How the **** its logic to him if his logic is lies
With his miracle and Kabah and philosophers eyes
Mulberry silk is the favorite fabric
Insh***** bring peace to the asiatic
While your wife is a basic savage
Your body transported on wheels like a baby carriage
Disrespectful I will mush you in your face
Because disrespecting you is how I put you in your place
This aint nothing new, everybody know you been a ho
Fiends here looking for the butter like a dinner roll