Contra
(专辑: Violent By Design - 2004)
[Killa Sha:] The
invincible huh? Yeah, y'all be seeing it It is what it is indeed, Stoupie Y'all be knowing huh? Let 'em know [Vinnie Paz:] Hold the
device tight, when it's time for a
mic fight You're a
pagan trying to battle someone who's Christ-like The
precise knight that smash you with a
white pike Left you bleeding into the
ocean under the
night's light Oh you hype right, well meet the
soul-benders Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders You roll benches till playing fear was fair game Y'all got fucked up like sex on an airplane That's why we can't change, we just ill We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real The
clip's filled with the
wrath that Cain saw Then I
slash with a
leather mask and chainsaw That's why the
brain's raw, that's why your veins pour That's why you copped my shit nine times at the
same store That's why you entered the
dragon and got slashed And that's why the
Hologram counting up cash What! Looking for rappers who wanna battle Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad The
underground rapper who be wrecking Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like [Killa Sha:] Holocaust rap, javelin toss, the
Sha's the
boss I
take what's yours, pour poison in your pores I'm down for the
cause my nigga, not because My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the
pause I
play forty-eight minutes hard, without the
calls Slicing elbows through ya jaw, need I
say more? Fascinated with four-fours and foul whores Large gram cook-ups and the
ill drug scores My captivating verses, that'll open all doors I
soar like a
condor ready for war, fuck the
law! Listen to the
emptiness Of the
raindrops on the
ground Looking for rappers who wanna battle Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad The
underground rapper who be wrecking Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like [Jus Allah:] Ominous, leave your brain matter painted on your Stainmaster Game of Death motherfucker, we draft ya, semi-autograph ya Keeping L's lit, sending pellets through helmets Shells hit, you and the
fag you share a
cell with Taking niggas out their element, rhyme fighters Divine writers, time travelers, Sliders Pale niggas act jail lifers True tale is that they nail-biters with the
trails in they diapers Shoes never walk nor land, explore land I
expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran Bullets graze your wig kid, brushes with death I
let the
iron clutch grip the
bones in ya flesh Playing on ya wrist like strings on a
violin Dying in a
blood pool, wrestling Leviathan Fucking with gods, Jedi Mind Tricks Y'all suckers, like niggas born without dicks