Pique Peaky Blinders

When they buried me, they gave soil for seed, brother
Hybrid, rare, I break whatever cements the ground
Everyone does what they have to do and guess what
If they don't do what they have to do, I don't have mercy for them either
I wear Jason's masks, I can't take them off anymore
I fry enemies like bacon, tell me who's going to take me down
If I return the favor
I like to play with food, prolonging the fall
Life is beautiful, darn
Look at the faces of these fools
I don't even listen, she covers my ears with her thighs
From the VIP box without Brahma, the world turns around, I see it
They think they got away with it, life keeps hitting
And they only breathe because I allow it
Sons of bitches are someone's sons
When I breathe, it's a punch to your chin
Satisfaction to break, but I don't close
I don't live for satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction

Silent assassin, quiet moneymaker
You know how it is, whether in Colombia or Jamaica
I have my coffee, in the faith that always guides me
Everyone loves Chris, everyone hates Gus
Silent assassin, quiet moneymaker
You know how it is, whether in Colombia or Jamaica
I have my coffee, in the faith that always guides me
Everyone hates Chris, everyone loves Gus

Turn up the sound because it's Black Alien here
Turn up the sound because war is war
Turn up the sound because it's Black Alien here
Peace on Earth because war is awful
But if you give me war, I want more
Sound boy, woi, woi, woi
But if you give me war, I want more
Sound boy, woi, woi, woi

Paradise and hell, yes, are portable states
I wear a nice suit for that, I miss it healthily
I bake ways to have them in the oven, formidable forms
Chopped in the ice crusher, Pique Peaky Blinders
Creeps in the city, I pass calmly, I'm past the age
Your soul in the community's microwave
Only pain, straight to the creator
You don't create with the one who knows how to ask real questions
At midnight, I'm in the mix-mix-mix
They in the lash, delivered to the six-six-six
I in the sex-sex-sex, on the big screen in pixels
I set fire to the set, spit verses like missiles
Because revenge is a dish we eat cold
High summer, I devour rats like ice cream in the river
Gagged in the Kadet's trunk, life hanging by a thread
Look closely at me and see that I just smile

Silent assassin, quiet moneymaker
You know how it is, whether in Colombia or Jamaica
I have my coffee, in the faith that always guides me
Everyone loves Chris, everyone hates Gus
Silent assassin, quiet moneymaker
You know how it is, whether in Colombia or Jamaica
I have my coffee, in the faith that always guides me
Everyone hates Chris, everyone loves Gus

Turn up the sound because it's Black Alien here
Turn up the sound because war is war
Turn up the sound because it's Black Alien here
Peace on Earth because war is awful
But if you give me war, I want more
Sound boy, woi, woi, woi
But if you give me war, I want more
Sound boy, woi, woi, woi