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  • 作曲 : Albaladejo, Collazo, Luviner ...
    Vinnie Paz
    I'm like Jesus to you
    Rapping to me is like breathing to you
    In second nature but someone had to teach it to you
    The flow is hard like a Roman statue
    I'm in the zone like Tony Rome holdin' chrome go in the back you,
    You're goin' one on one with Vinnie Paz
    A chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme' henny slimmy bag
    And that's why AOTP is tied sick
    Cuz ya'll, ya'll all overrated like Mike Vick
    An ice pick through you're ******' frontal lobe
    Jedi Mind and Outerspace about to run the globe
    So you should be prepared cause' it's apocalyptic
    I'll be the first one on the battlefield to **** a biscuit
    You in on the statistic, just a mother-****** crab-rapper
    Lyin' on the floor, why did I get stabbed, rapper?
    And ya'll are old enough to see Pingeon
    It's Vinnie Pazienza with my mother ****** cousin DTOP
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please; we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )
    I'd expect numerous nights, movin the mics, adrenaline rush
    Move to the left, move to the right
    Saw my ( ?? ) backstage and started losin' my sight
    So don't run me up with no dumb ************t
    The fuel ignites, venomous spray, Sixteens headin' your way
    And if I want you dead in June you surrender in May
    Black guys and black moons when we enter the stage
    These feral bones break forever and forever decay
    The catacomb could pretend that this couldn't weather the storm
    I'm in the zone, tough as leather where content is the swarm
    If it's my home, it's whatever let the weapons be drawn
    I let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan
    Ya'll ain't close to clever so watch your words
    Or ya'll goin' to be exposed forever as a knocked-out herb
    Ya'll fake ************ pomes, ya'll got a lot of nerves
    Open your mouths once again, you're gonna eat the curb
    ****** it
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )
    Outerspace
    Ya'll are like ************, I talk vicious
    Your walk switches and everything you spit is foul
    My ************t's ridiculous ******
    Every word disturbed from the hood to the 'burbs
    All my thoughts absurd
    That's why we chalk up herbs
    Every syllable makin' them pull their skirt up
    Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em out into the curb up
    Son, you better roll when I'm rappin'
    Every ( ?? ) of straight bullet you ************ are straight tap dancin'
    We get it crackin' like coke back in the '70s
    It's 2005 ******, crack open the hennas now
    We allowed to say and do whatever
    So whenever you want it bring it ******, we do it better
    And the reason that I know you a prostitute
    You snitched, sold your soul and it wasn't for a lot of loot
    I gotta boot and it fit in your ass
    Truly you're as planetary, put your flags at half-mass
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )
  • 作曲 : Albaladejo, Collazo, Luviner ...
    Vinnie Paz
    I'm like Jesus to you
    Rapping to me is like breathing to you
    In second nature but someone had to teach it to you
    The flow is hard like a Roman statue
    I'm in the zone like Tony Rome holdin' chrome go in the back you,
    You're goin' one on one with Vinnie Paz
    A chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme' henny slimmy bag
    And that's why AOTP is tied sick
    Cuz ya'll, ya'll all overrated like Mike Vick
    An ice pick through you're ******' frontal lobe
    Jedi Mind and Outerspace about to run the globe
    So you should be prepared cause' it's apocalyptic
    I'll be the first one on the battlefield to **** a biscuit
    You in on the statistic, just a mother-****** crab-rapper
    Lyin' on the floor, why did I get stabbed, rapper?
    And ya'll are old enough to see Pingeon
    It's Vinnie Pazienza with my mother ****** cousin DTOP
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please; we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )
    I'd expect numerous nights, movin the mics, adrenaline rush
    Move to the left, move to the right
    Saw my ( ?? ) backstage and started losin' my sight
    So don't run me up with no dumb ************t
    The fuel ignites, venomous spray, Sixteens headin' your way
    And if I want you dead in June you surrender in May
    Black guys and black moons when we enter the stage
    These feral bones break forever and forever decay
    The catacomb could pretend that this couldn't weather the storm
    I'm in the zone, tough as leather where content is the swarm
    If it's my home, it's whatever let the weapons be drawn
    I let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan
    Ya'll ain't close to clever so watch your words
    Or ya'll goin' to be exposed forever as a knocked-out herb
    Ya'll fake ************ pomes, ya'll got a lot of nerves
    Open your mouths once again, you're gonna eat the curb
    ****** it
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )
    Outerspace
    Ya'll are like ************, I talk vicious
    Your walk switches and everything you spit is foul
    My ************t's ridiculous ******
    Every word disturbed from the hood to the 'burbs
    All my thoughts absurd
    That's why we chalk up herbs
    Every syllable makin' them pull their skirt up
    Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em out into the curb up
    Son, you better roll when I'm rappin'
    Every ( ?? ) of straight bullet you ************ are straight tap dancin'
    We get it crackin' like coke back in the '70s
    It's 2005 ******, crack open the hennas now
    We allowed to say and do whatever
    So whenever you want it bring it ******, we do it better
    And the reason that I know you a prostitute
    You snitched, sold your soul and it wasn't for a lot of loot
    I gotta boot and it fit in your ass
    Truly you're as planetary, put your flags at half-mass
    (Chorus)
    We don't aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
    Leave you cryin' like a ************ if you don't take it ease
    Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
    (All the pretty little whores)
    ( x2 )