Vinnie Paz:
Hold the device tight/
When it's time for a mic fight/
You a pagan tryina battle someone whose Christ-like/
The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe/
Left you bleeding in the ocean under the night's light/
Oh you hype right?/
Well meet the soul vendors/
Or cop that, and get shot at like goal tenders/
You roll benches/
The playing field was fair game/
Y'all got f*cked up like sex on an airplane/
That why we can't change/
We just ill/
We blow trees, sip OE and spit real/
The clip spill/
With the wrath that Kain saw/
Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw/
That's why the brain's raw/
That's why your veins pour/
That's why you copped my sh*t nine times at the same store/
That's why you entered the dragon and got slashed/
And that's why the Hologram countin' up cash
Hook: Various samples
Killasha:
Holocaust/
Rap javelin toss/
The Sha's the boss/
I take what's yours/
Pour poison in your pores/
I'm down for the cause/
My n*gga, not the cores/
My soul wasn't made to be lost/
Stop for the pause/
I play forty eight minutes hard without the calls/
Slicin' elbows through your jaw/
Need I say more?/
Fascinated with .44s/
And foul whores/
Large gram cookups/
And the ill drug scores/
My captivatin' verses, that'll open all doors/
I soar/
Like a condor/
Ready for war/
F*ck the law/
Hook
JusAllah:
Ominous, leave your brain matter/
Painted on your stair-master/
Game of death, motherf*cker we draft ya/
Semi-auto crack ya/
Keepin' L's lit/
Sendin' pellets through helmets/
Shells hit/
You and the fag you share a cell with/
Takin' n*ggas out their element/
Rhyme fighters/
Divine writers/
Time travelers, slighters/
Pale n*ggas act jail lifers/
True tales is that they nail biters/
With the trails in they diapers/
Shoes never walk o'r land/
Explore land/
I expose my scrolls encoded in Fortran/
Bullets graze your wig kid, brushes with death/
I let the iron clutch strip the bones from your flesh/
Playin' on your wrists like strings on a violin/
Dyin' in a blood pool, wrestlin' Leviathon/
F*ckin' with gods, Jedi Mind Tricks/
Y'all suckas, like n*ggas born without dicks
Hook