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• Artiste: Vinnie Paz
• Titre: Serve The Creator
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Yeah! Recognize, mafuckas These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (wraah) How you (jello forms) fuckin' with the ghetto god (?) (huh) I let the cannon rawr, doggy get your melamore (??) You scared to war Bring the pain I swear I split that pan in two (hahaha) I need me in the flesh, walking up from the wave (?) (yeah) Like Afro Samurai the way I laugh by the play (?) The criminal kind, niggas get clapped for they cake (ba-ba-ba-ba) Half of ‘em fake, I don’t hear kings and treat ‘em like slaves Exotic tools (yeah) Shooters from Calamisu Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (uhuh) You niggas cue, I blast a bitch in and out of your crew (brrrr!) So disrespectful bar, now I been known to piss on you fools (?) A hustler in the streets, in the booth I’m a animal (y'know that) I spit that fire water and the flow’s highly inflammable (facts) Seven Star General, the third war Hannibal This hammer though, will leave a hole in your cantaloupe (to-to-to-to-to) Word, to this game I’m a Pharaoh (yeah) They say to make it big I gotta make a deal with the devil (nah, fuck that) Get right, this industry is a fraud (?) (yeah) They only want 'em to ghost yeah and with us Allah (?) (hum to Allah) Yeah! I’m choppin’ diamonds like a jeweler Smoke the Buddha, sip a Nannavoola, I’m a fool-a (?) Yeah! Motherfuckers Yeah... This a wild guess homie, this a shot in the dark You like baby food, just another walk in the park This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes This is Jeffrey Dahmer ’89, fork in the heart This Magnum ain’t eat in a while, see the .cal hungry That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I’m Al Bundy A lot of y’all know that you stolen ya’ style from me You can’t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy What you know about your man being down? Doing eighteen bullets you ain’t have him around We clappin' this like you wearin’ a cap and a gown The hatches is wide open better battin’ ‘em down You tryin' to go to war with the man You mafuckas ‘bout to ride in the coroner van This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze I’m a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused Batiman!