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 Royce 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 Daniel
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 c*** 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
That's 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 I'm tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with
Yo hood, it's 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, what's good
Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo
{*Sound clip from Chorus continues*}
[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 Royce 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 Daniel 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 c*** 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 That's 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 I'm tryin to score the third, it's who I holler with Yo hood, it's 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, what's good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo {*Sound clip from Chorus continues*} Explain Request ×
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