Kublai Khan
(专辑: Visions Of Gandhi - 2003)
[Vinnie Paz:] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My heart's pumping the
blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumping the
slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbing it out And y'all ain't saying nothing with a
gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the
spell of dose ether The
Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8: Verse 3, Book of Daniel You like a
candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn [Stoupe:] I
melt mics 'til the
soundwave's over America's Cream Team, redeemed Brainwashed kid All y'all crab bitches ain't gotta worry [Goretex:] Chemical spaceships, see dust splits, hit from The
Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anarchist kiss, splatter your patriots Make coke stops, injecting my pockets with Botox Latex bitches be choking on cock like Blow-Pops My flow's hot, my Glock's like a
popular friend Sniffing Oxycontin, we rock till the
popular says Mercyful Fate, we at the
gates, I
hurt you for cake This Red Planet's like a
Shit Magnet, encounters with Jake Digital cuffs, running from the
D's and the
fuzz Gut you out, rock a
gas mask, bleeding and stuff Into the
void like Blue Velvet, goons and clerics New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In Heaven and Earth, barcodes to measure my girth That's like the
J.D.L. joining the
Zulu Nation for turf Birth of the
solar, we did so, write for the
cobra Goretex, freedom, and we all stand with iced-out clothes [Stoupe:] I
melt mics 'til the
soundwave's over America's Cream Team, redeemed Brainwashed kid All y'all crab bitches ain't gotta worry [Tragedy Khadafi:] Now what it be's like, niggas wanna stay tight, I
stay right Face fight, get your wig split, shit, then I
spit Most Accurate, Lex right in back of it Range on the
side of it, yo I'm trying to get a
lot of it I
rock that exotic shit, spit the
hottest shit Blow trial, might get the
same time Gigante get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, two-five is who I
polly with When I'm trying to score the
third, it's who I
holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my TECs, yo range for my Lex From Q.B. to Philly, we control set I
stay splurging, heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tighter than a
virgin or Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be repping? Wholesale drugs and weapons in the
Dodge Intrepid, nigga [Goretex:] Yo Stoupe, what up baby, what's good? [Tragedy Khadafi:] Jedi Mind, the
gracious, two-five collabo Aura check, global, gangster global