Tear It Down

(álbum: The Torture Papers - 2006)

[Reef the Lost Cause:]
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's whack
I can't eat like that
Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desi hit you
When you thought I was just talking shit like Freddie Mitchell
You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol
Aim on point like a steady missile
Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs
Where the weed at? I need that drug, cause I'm addicted to it
Rhyme-boxes start spitting fluid
When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it
Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich
Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it
Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up
And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver

So listen up
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges

So listen up
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges

[Planetary:]
This is the start of you dying, Plan' spit with the heart of a lion
The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron
Pointed at your fucking chest, bitch niggas is crying
I'mma reef the lost cause and we causing the violence
We causing the murder that causing niggas carrying burners
We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us
You don't understand, we got the upper-hand spitting
First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitching
You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spitting
Rappers like me are hard to come by like copping Summer Jam tickets
You need to focus before you think or approach us
You scream "player" dog, we the coaches
Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious
You niggas is co-starring, we the stars of this epic
Unveiling the secret is more than fairy tales when we preaching
This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teaching

So listen up
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges

[Vinnie Paz:]
Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style
Y'all reminding me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile
I wanna see everybody in the place wild
Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!"
I stay bent daddy night and day
Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay
It ain't nice, but it's right to say
It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play
It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless
My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts
We grab at your necklace, there's no other way
We bring it back to the East like we brother J
Any fucking day, you could come see us
North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us
We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos
Fuck it! Let they brains blow

So listen up
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
You know we in the place with the guns in our waist
Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges

They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement
They be scraping your cantaloupe off the pavement