Artist: La Coka Nostra Album: Master of the Dark Arts Song: Creed of the Greedier Typed by: Hatt's Crib [Verse 1] It's the return of the assassin, I believe in the creed of the greedier I'll 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, I ain't hitting medians either Fuck the Bible, I write 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 in the Beans Rolling in stolen cars, leaving accident scenes Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans When you hear you 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 [Chorus] 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 Snakes ? As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed [Verse 2] 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 Dragon- cash stacking up Pull out the black Magnum, now your ass is backing up I been the poster child for Coka 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's the return of Danny Boy, La Coka Nostra build and destroy Oh, 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 honour 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 [Chorus] [Outro] Phil Donohue: 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? Milton Friedman: 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