Listen Up
(专辑: The Torture Papers - 2006)
[Crypt the
Warchild:] Yeah...Once again It's like this.. AotP, we running this rap shit now Celph Titled, we running this rap shit now ES, we running this rap shit now Warchild, niggas running this rap shit now [Celph Titled:] It's about to be a
motherfucking slaughter in this bitch We got the
awfullest clips, rusty burners with the
rotten rubber grips We some hardcore crooks, drinking rubbing alcohol Never use a
rubber at all, we fucking bitches raw Choking up your faculty, turn your whole "gang green" Unload the
magazine to your knees, give you a
gangsta lean Military minded, on the
A-Train with a
deranged brain I
was building the
walls of hell way before the
flames came And bitches love me with a
MAC-11 Telling the
police sketch artist I
look like Jon B. with a
deadly weapon Keeping it ghetto even when it's war, ock Rocking jean shorts and a
tanktop, loading shells in the
tank top Aiming the
cannon to blast you where you standing You could be in Montana camping, but your head'll land in the
Hamptons Won't grin for the
camera when you clicking it at me But I'll smile with a
gun in my hand, I'm trigger happy [Crypt the
Warchild & Vinnie Paz:] Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut Fire octane, nigga y'all can sip it up We do this rap shit here so we can live it up We walk around with hot flames running, give it up [Esoteric:] You could never fathom the
level beyond your God or your Devil If every thought is a
pebble (my style's boulder, I
told you) A
radical rebel and yes the
jacket's full-metal And men I'm hacking through several (I'm like a
soldier, I'll fold you) A
blow to your composure, heat of the
moment I
be meat-cleaving a
bleeding opponent, he didn't want it These heathens try to eat off me but they repeatedly clone it This industry is mine, I
can put my feet way up on it I
put my people up on it, my sinister and lethal ministry of evil Turn a
Vinnie Diesel to a
skinny weasel I'm the
pinnacle and steeple of this faction, feeble men I'm smashing Playing God? you ain't Jim Caviezel with The
Passion Automatic how I'm causing havoc, I
body maggots Who thought they brought the
static, they probably addicts And fiending for a
bag of this antagonistic savageness You talking platinum but ain't cracking pitchers' batting averages [Crypt the
Warchild & Vinnie Paz:] Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut Fire octane, nigga y'all can sip it up We do this rap shit here so we can live it up We walk around with hot flames running, give it up [Crypt the
Warchild:] Don't make me get your fucking face broken I
ain't joking when I'm flamethrowing I'll spit a
verse at you to slit your fucking veins open I'll spit a
curse or two just to keep the
rain pouring I'll lift the
skirt of you to see you pussies ain't working I'll live to murder you until I
see the
game's over We never heard of you and cause of that, the
name's worshipped (It's the
Army, cocksuckers) Get it correct Or y'all can find sharp things straight embedded in necks I
rep my team to the
death, I
will slice your people Wave my flags in the
air, plus the
knives are lethal Hottest shit to hit the
streets since Nas did Ether Now we pick at your soul and let your conscience eat ya And take over, Crypt, Es, and Celph You reap what you sow, so protect ya health, NIGGA [Vinnie Paz:] Yeah motherfuckers! That's how we get fucking down AotP, Vinnie P., Crypt the
Warchild, Celph Titled Esoteric, Chief Kamach', Planetary, Apathy [Crypt the
Warchild & Vinnie Paz:] Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut Fire octane, nigga y'all can sip it up We do this rap shit here so we can live it up We walk around with hot flames running, give it up