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(Verse 1) VINNY PAZ Yall mother fuckers woke a demon up The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts The whole click duckin they PO, they need to pee in cups We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch I dont even talk to mother fuckers that could lead the trust We on our D and devils only deal with greed and lust Feed an elephant with bear hands and take his lead and tusks Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us Jus Allah load the glock put em in norweigen dust I aint i sucka i was born with hercules in us Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust Ayo D? i need by? these fucks I got the power to devour trees, seas and such I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch It dont matter the caliber i proceed to rush Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch (Verse 2) D MAZ Let me tell you lil somthin bout a nigga named Maz Look in his eye you could see the evil if you high You could notice a little nigga thats eager for the sky Behind bars scarred like jesus when he died (when he died) Nigga i was in the hole for a whole 6 months gettin high off the reefer thinkin why Im with the roachs and rats hopeless and? line and line and the hole in the crack Nigga i was in the hole tryin gettin my back, niggas snitchin and Ceo tryed gettin my bag But i dont give a fuck about a snake or a fag a hater id rather see Adolph paid off, laugh This is real life fuck gettin paid off rats And sellin my soul to the devil gettin paid off rappin Mozerade, Maz, Pazienza clap boys? back man you still screamin duffle bag boys (Verse 3) Jus Allah I have lived a century Ive tapped into my 6th sensery I am a potential enemy My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity Unequivically supremacy I am undesired energy Sends friendly, sends empty Show the prince of peace no clemency Give him an extremety of insensitivity Let his kid and ministry witness his disassembly I just lost sufference, undestructive, unproductive, tussid Not much substance, thuggage Above judgement Unaware of any error of delt Where it counts im a fair amount of paramount I am body a monopoly of ungodly The? My apology, arrid, insencarity, carity, buried generic its hilarity

Jedi Mind Tricks Miscellaneous Rise Of The Machines [Mike Tyson] I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion There's ever been My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah! [Vinnie Paz] They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9 I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian I'm ready for anybody who want war Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement To meet you and then I'm testin' you Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya f**kin' mic off Snatch ya f**kin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers And we blast until cover Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother (Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "Make way, 'cause here I come" [Ras Kass] Yea, yo, yo, yea, f**k it When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks To be Diddy No system electricity, spine the mind with it Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check Like 800 first week, 800, 000 the next They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes F**k bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body 'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop We not confused, raps the nigga news Each rhyme a "Minority Report", f**k Tom Cruise Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "...Make way, 'cause here I come"

[Feat. Demoz] [Verse 1:] I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with blades They blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days I'm basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to shave Too lazy to bathe and so y'all hate on the god I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the god Y'all could never build or even conversate with the god You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God (I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no confrontation with God Y'all are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God So put some faith into God The objective is to conquer fucking Satan with God [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 2:] All I got is too much hate, not enough love Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs Body under the belt, not enough blood Shotty under the shelf, not enough slugs Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a dick Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs I ain't no plug, I ain't no snitch I ain't no blood, I ain't no crip Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday You don't like me come see me nigga I ain't no bitch ? For the last man damn man You could be the man what they said So I focused on the damn plan Face straight like adjusting a handstand Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can Demoz say hello to the sand man Gun pop, good god where your man layin See that bitch right there with the damn tan Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van Take her home put her in the zone Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at Come home find my young bull kidnapped Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will Pistol Gang to the day I hang When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 3:] You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers I don't want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours I don't want police pacing up the streets later But the killing has me feeling like a teenager Sign your soul over, here's a blank piece of paper I'll fill in the details, you can read it later We should keep in contact, I may need a favour It's not breach in contract, no releasing waivers It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain It's monopoly, I'm landing on free parking It's blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden You doing everything you can just to keep from starving I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming

Don Corleone here to tell you about loyalty, respect and underground shit The myth of a man let your bridges wither and dance Oblivious now, primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for The crowd, the men, the rowdy, loudest towered sour diesel Out to seek a pile of reeking, reaching demons, wild deacons Denial deep, denial seek the child Teaching my own preaching means And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening Who'da thought the hammer hit ya? The Ruger spark, leave you handicapped, trapped in wheelchairs Drop bomb, calm flow forming on Important, I'm raw mob (Don Corleone) Take this offer, the vengeance refuse to Amend all you're used to, remember that you're useful Uh, and the Godfather speaks R.A. and Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on the beat Let's go, Let's get it You go against the family, you get buried It's R.A., A-F-R-O, Stoupe and Vinnie P Cause most these rappers nowadays is fairies And y'all could never fuck with JMT (Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist) Yo, to the piano blue diablo, do an Amadou Diallo Out the Kilimanjaro, animal, Italiano Mario Bava giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom Man, Van Damme kick a foe, Mantan Wigger, whoa bam bam bigelow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe Summer eighties Bananarama, da ha da ha Had the hammer to Alabama to where the crackers are Animated Hanna Barbera rather Cameron's Avatar Stamina like the man out of Panama, Paz and Allah Macking Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar Rapping assassin like I'm back with Rawkus and Agallah Pill to a blondie, the ill Bill Cosby Ill hobby, kill the body, Ingagi, I killed Gandhi I like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights Mics syllables slang slit you, scissor precise slice Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life price And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise Christ, c'mon The mythical man, who come from indivisible fam You pitiful fam, this shit is gon' get physical fam You kicking the can, I'm visual like Dario Argento Like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental If that ain't what you was into, I'll slide inside of your mental And provide you with a rhyme, that can silence the instrumental I body you with the Ginsu, but that'll probably be drawn It's not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone And I'ma probably be wrong and y'all will probably be on The anomaly is how you'll be on a quality song The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed The bodies have been piling up but I've been silently calm I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of 'em Riddlin' with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline A little bit of medicine in the middle of Ital' and The only way to really begin again is to end again You know who I am I'm back and ready to fight You know who I am Come out your belly and get shot drastically You know who I am I'm back and ready to fight You know who I am

Just look at us, everything is backwards. Everything is upside down. Doctors destroy health. Lawyers destroy justice. Universities destroy knowledge. Governments destroy freedom. The major media destroys information and religions destroy spirituality. That's where we are! "As you look... up to the sky Oh God" Uh. What niggas be saying? Church. Hahaha. You're gonna "church" your ass all the way to Hell nigga. Deliver us from evil. Amen! All I want for Christmas is a big booty whore A Maybach coupe and a Playstation 4 Praise the Lord I'm playing the Temptations Motown, Apollo Brown a D conversation Not a nomination, not a mason, not Obamanation Not Osama/Satan, not healthcare.gov I don't got a lot of patience, my inauguration out of hibernation I'm sovereign, Moorish, a one man nation "Oh God" So many bitches I should share 'em But homie you a bender, the eunuch in a harem King Solomon's Mine's, Father Time Yet you would turn water to wine So I'm drunk enough to turn your average daughter to dimer Beverly Hills messiah, plastic surgeon's, Delilah New tits, bad witch just to trick Samson In the barber chair but still strong, where's my handgun? Every second precious 'fore the Terminator's catch us Plug us in the Matrix, turn our brains in to ketchup The Matrix called "the cloud", Terminator's is the drones Humans are genetically modified clones "God" Deliver us from evil Deliver us from evil "God" Deliver us from evil Deliver us from evil "Oh God" The British throne really German Family named the Battenbergs 'Bout as royal as Duck Dynasty in Johannesburg They ask me if I'm Muslim cause I don't eat swine Nah, let's call it kosher, my original culture Cried what Hitler did to Jews by the Rhine But two wrongs don't make it right when you occupy Palestine And white Christians, mission assisting the end times Gon' flip they wigs when Jesus the cast of Good Times Black skin, big lips, hair full of dreads Prolly got his music bumping, why He can't hear our prayers 'Pac wondered If Heaven Got A Ghetto Marlon Brandon tweeted me, "Heaven is Soweto" A lot of poor east Asians, niggas and Latinos Heaven is Highland Park in Puerto Rico And if you ain't our color brother, I should let you know There's another place down below, where you can go Let us pray. Our father who art in Heaven. Hollowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come. They will be done on Earth As It Is In Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us. And lead us no