Artist: Darkim Be Allah f/ AllahWise Album: The Manhattan Project Song: Peace & Love Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: AllahWise] Yea, that's right, T-Big in the house once again A.I.G., knowImean? AllahWise touch the mic One time, yea, one-two, yea, check.. Yo, yo, yo.. [AllahWise] Why should everybody grab, step to God-body? Like a warrant, runnin up in your party Kamikaze, be warned I blow louder than a shotty Put your vest on, keep your vest on or get hit with the teflon Don shit, my halo palm push you in the pit or the thorn bush, watch out T-Big Soldiers on foot Bow to the fake, make his ass shake like a rattle snake in the grass, cut throat slash, we here to make cash That means the business is good, it's all good Did it in the hood, in the mainstream, came to collect cream Fuck them jakes, shoot up the place for them big faced cakes in the suitcase, let's keep the fam laced Keep your boot laced walkin the land the waste Shoot out/car chase, I duck, slide in the first place Number one hit on the chart, Razor Sharp dart Martial art, tear shit apart, I did it in The Park Tomahawk, rap walk right out The Bronx, New York [Chorus 3X: AllahWise] Now we say peace, one love, give universal hugs Know one another, A-alike, like we all brothers [AllahWise] Yo, I been doin this shit way back, keep a verse on Cap Spit pre-meditated rap, where it at? Yo, hit it like a bat, I'm on like a fitted hat No mic check, inject the tech, sound effect Intellect, dialect, connect like projects Doin this since T-Connect, rock the mocknecks The British Walker rap author wrote it in a magic marker This water, slammin like Vince Carter on camcorder Vanish off the TV, fuck it, press up a million CD's Now we go from gold to plat around the global map God kill track, put your farmers, sold the life track Crackers we attack for the green backs My bottle raps make the cream stacks Higher than drugs, I made above You see a fake rap about, dude? Find slugs don't try to a be a thug Before you get laid like a raw cut and your wire cut [Chorus 3X] [AllahWise] Yo, I'm back on the blocks since School of Hard Knocks It's like everybody wanna live it up and rock ice Dice like it's Las Vegas, don't want no boss to pay us Water players all about stackin papers Hijack the wack, this a caper, hard labor Sharp razor cuts through chumps that wanna raise up Did this shit by the older timer and design a rhyme up Blow 'em out like marijuana, this kinda drama got me wanna pass the ganja, keep in The Pillage like Cappadonna My rap armor protects, war without a mic check for Money, Power & Respect Connect with the big cats who say my sick raps Should rock a pimp hat and tuxedo Down with the Kane the way I make the game All up in the cash and fame, gotta catch what I'm sayin My hip-hop drops, jewels I spit new hop Sit on my block like drug sellin Every verse is a slug in your melon What the fuck's funny? Don't it from me, don't be no dummy Streets'll kill you for the love of money [Chorus 3X]