A Storm Of Swords
(专辑: Visions Of Gandhi - 2003)
[Planetary:] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a
desert bird plays, niggas where the
curb lay Turn pagen, pretty shitty on a
church day Your city my committee, tussle where the
dirt stay Smokers try to sell dirt trays to undercovers Old heads feed kids, have to run the
numbers Damn shame niggas in my crew can't bang You demand fame, here's my man frame, champagne Swig to the
wig, Belle vodka hit my rib Corona beers with a
slice of lemon first dig On an open mic, growl follows, space over night Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes (High powers) Lifting your soul through God's shower Resurrected your spirit with lyrics for top dollars My squad holler the
loudest, y'all niggas childish We grown folk here, spitting raw street knowledge [Planetary, Vinnie Paz:] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down [Vinnie Paz:] This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make I
hate all, hate law and hate jake I
hate everything that you stand for, it's fake Cuz anybody biting the
God's a
day late I
maintain, handle beef Islamly Manage my life calmly, like I
was Gandhi Fucking with Vinnie Paz, the
one man army It take a
shank and metal tank to harm me Come on b, why you trying to build Why you trying to get ya whole entire family killed I'm like a
demon outta Amityville I'm the
motherfucking reason that you had any skill With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop And put you in the
figure-four leglock And make ya head bop, cause we the
rawest around Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holding me down [Planetary, Vinnie Paz:] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down [Planetary (Vinnie Paz):] Surrender and quit (or I'mma let the
venomous spit) Tremendous equip (we bugging off the
Hennessy sip) The
weaponry hit (we hit you with the
heavenly shit) Only reason you live (cuz we at the
end of the
clip) The
energy split (young cats must be sick in the
brain) We hitting the
vein (cuz all of y'all spitting the
same) We tripping the
flame (and mounted all the
chips in your chain) We stick to the
game (ran and inflicted the
pain) The
stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonning y'all kids) And after that we snatching up your son and your wiz (We robbing the
kids, and putting metal slugs in your wigs) We stuck in the
crib (frozen with your gut to the
fridge) We cutting ya ribs (Jed Mind stifling y'all) We trifling fall (we pointing fucking rifles at y'all) (You ain't icy at all, we provoke the
sheisty to brawl) If y'all sleep, Outerspace slicing your jaw [Planetary, Vinnie Paz:] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down