[beat loops with layering] [Intro - dry mic] Ayo... Smoke’s up... Doors shut... You picked the wrong fuckin’ shepherd. Say my fuckin’ name! ...Pizzaballa!... [Verse 1 – swagger] I ain’t just a cardinal bitch, I’m the capo dei capi Put my fist through the font if they try to out-rank me Blessed by the block with a blunt and a blade I drop bodies like beatitudes and preach in the shade Holy water in my wine glass spiked with sin Got a gold-plated Glock where the prayers begin I’m the last motherfucker that the smoke wanna name I don’t follow no cross—I just set shit aflame. Bitch. [Hook – beat fades, piano melody, reverb] You kissed the ring, but you crowned a fake He'll leave you bleeding at Heaven’s gate Now the saints go silent, the streets still moan And the smoke spells one name carved in stone... Pizzaballa! ... [Verse 2 - swagger] Paralin posturin’ like he strapped with the Spirit But that motherfucker flinched when the Devil came near it Tried to flex in the chapel like he run that throne Till I choked him out with his OWN red Rome (haha!) Tahglay talk peace, but he’s soft as veal Got marinara on his stole; I have nerves of steel He sweet-talks grace, I scream “mamma mia!” I'll beat any bishop to death in my own pizzeria! They politickin’ pulpits I been preachin’ the street I baptized my Glock... and now I bless this beat! [short harp, mandolin, accordion instrumental, beat drop] [Bridge - dark, darkwave, ethereal neo-soul] Pope mode, no robe, Big smoke, slit throat, Red sash, gold glass, Palm raised, swing fast. Grim hymn, cold mass, One shot, stained glass, Hot plate, no truce— Pizzaballa. Fuck you. [Mandolin instrumental] [Verse 3 – one breath] I consecrate cadence in catacomb corridors cap in a collar I’m callin’ down war Preachin’ with pieces of prophets and pistols I’m pissin’ on prelates who pray to the floor Blessed are bangers I’m bangin’ the bull I’m blazin’ the book till the binding is torn They passed on the bishop who baptized the beat now I’m back in black vestments reborn [Verse 4 – one breath] Prevost’s a poser that pussy picked Leo but he’s sleepin’ in silk with a scepter of shame I’m relicin’ rites with a relic of rage I’m relightin’ Rome with a Eucharist flame I’m martyrin’ myths with a meter of menace I melt through mosaics with motherfuckin’ spite And if heaven won’t have me I’ll storm it with demons and make Peter kneel in fright [Hook] [Verse 5 - fast, swagger] I ain’t kneelin’ for shit I break pews with my boots (break em') Got blood in my breviary, truth in my tooth (woo) You politick peace I provoke like a plague (god damn!) I’m the smoke in your Sistine I’m the blade in your grail (sip it) Fuck a white robe I wear ash like a crown (bitch) I'll put a hole in your homily if you talk me down (haha) [Hook] [Bridge] [Outro - spoken] Fuck your conclave. Fuck your lace and Latin. I'm the motherfuckin' Pope the streets needed. And I'm still breathin’, bitch.
