Battle Hymn (Feat. Apathy King Syze Crypt The Warchild Jus Allah Esoteric Blacastan Celph Titled And Planetary)-Vinnie Paz

歌手 : Vinnie Paz

专辑 : God Of The Serengeti

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:27

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Battle Hymn (Feat. Apathy King Syze Crypt The Warchild Jus Allah Esoteric Blacastan Celph Titled And Planetary) - Vinnie Paz

I travel underground, like the Goonies, with a bag full of uzis

Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies

My banger’s on the waist, I never wave it around

But I always chamber a round when there’s strangers around

Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max

Never relax, study the facts, and stockpile gats

Cause the sky’s about to bleed blood out from the clouds

This gas mask’s in my backpack when walking through crowds

The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted, with bionic circuitry

Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally

But extrasensory perception got me detecting

Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop them with weapons

Don’t hit me with the drama, don’t approach me ’bout no B.I

Cause I’m a Pharaoh king, and y’all ain’t worthy of a reply

Bodies I’ve caught decomposing on the seaside

Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high

Mind state is cut throat, can’t walk around deprived

My team shut it down, and they access will be denied

Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, that’s how we ride

Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights

One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries

For the haters I’ve murked, they would love to see me die

Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy

Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by

I got a lot of hate, I got to learn to love, stop the date

But some days I would rather murder the populate

Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates

Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait

I can’t function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer

I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year

My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears

Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear

Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover

Bullets go in one ear and out the other

Tucked the weapon in, kicked his face

In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine

Impeach the president, I’m pulling out my ray-gun

Chuck D’s greatest line and y'all ain’t even thank him

Y'all ain’t on my radar, horrible like Hagar

Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar

Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar

Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR

Your b**ch give Bad Brains, like she work for H.R

I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are

I’m a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are

I know that I’m immortal why you wonder where the gates are

I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz

Paz work with the .45 like Lakim Shabazz

I’m from the East Coast ni**a, but I’m still loped out

I grew up inside the crack-house, my moms was smoked out

You know the kid with the bummy kicks, holes in his jeans

Same shirt, chilling on some bummy sh*t

Yeah, that was me though, attracted to the metal like Magneto

Sneakers started talking like ay bandito

Got my own never borrowed or begged for sh*t

Now it's on cause I'm rolling with the Pharaohs legit

Tired of rappers always rhyming that *

Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip

Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz?

That’s what I thought ni**a, because we large and in charge

Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast

Refugees that came on an intertube with a gat

Rubix Cuban ?, but you will respect the handle

Spin checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel

I throw hands with the devil so ain’t much to fear after

B**ches cry over me, I’m a top tier rapper

American Idol with a wet wipe for you desperate housewives

Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white

And I will outright say that you sorrow

I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of

I’ll let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish

Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter

Sittin with the semi automatics,

Sippin henny In the attic,

Spittin heavy with the god of the Serengeti blast it,

Fast it,

Till I downloaded de attatchment,

The huger came back and I’m eatin like a savage,

Walkin through the laberith,

Imagining the snazerith,

Throwing more stones at the throne lone catalyst,

Puff puff, acid,

that ain’t never been me I only had the urge to annihilate the MC,

You should ride the 10 speed to cop the top 10 sneaks,

Never thought I’d be in Buddhas best Countin 10gs