[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Hoyce Gracie My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out And y'all ain't sayin' nuthin' with a gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Thandrew You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn
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[Verse 2: Goretex] Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Botox Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jake Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth Thats like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra Goretex readin we all stand with iced out cobra's
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[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Check it.. yo.. yo
Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit Yo trial, might get the same time giancanna get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex From Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be reppin' Whole drugs and weapons in a dodge intrepid
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[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Hoyce Gracie My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out And y'all ain't sayin' nuthin' with a gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Thandrew You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn
[Chorus: Stoupe] *Mixed Sound Clips*
[Verse 2: Goretex] Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Botox Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jake Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth Thats like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra Goretex readin we all stand with iced out cobra's
[Chorus: Stoupe] {*Mixed sound clips*
[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Check it.. yo.. yo
Now what it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit Yo trial, might get the same time giancanna get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm polly with When Im tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex From Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be reppin' Whole drugs and weapons in a dodge intrepid
[Chorus: Stoupe] {*New sound clips*
[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo
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