Fed To The Lions
(专辑: Heavy Lies The Crown - 2014)
[Vinnie Paz:] Yeah! This Spartan music man! This Sparta! I'm a
fucking Spartan man! Listen! Yeah! Boxcutter Pazzy alias Lucifer's friend Yahweh Ben Yahweh loosen the
pen I
shoot it before I'm not against shooting again I'm through with you buls, you not ever moving again Y'all are bus riders, hopping the
deuce to the
ten Vinnie a
carnivore y'all is arugula fem Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then I'm a
gorilla from the
Biblical zoo with the
pen Kool G, Moe Dee, I'm a
fusion of them The
physical manifestation of music from them Pill bottles, Grey Goose and hallucinogens The
MC decapitated no uses for them [Reef The
Lost Cauze:] Round the
clock shots I
bang all year Raise your guns and salute, 'cause the
gang's all here Niggas had minor setbacks, but that's all clear It's the
Army of the
Pharaohs: the
sum of all fears Ah yeah, I'm so focused, I'm damn near laser like Sharp as a
razor, you small fries like tater bites McNugget MCs, popcorn chickens The
nine has arisen and I'm not gon' miss I'm not gon' listen to anything rational I'm hardheaded and indifferent So I'm all in your kitchen Looking through the
silverware The
gaze of a
killer's stare, gorilla's back with silver hairs Keep the
metal grungy like Silverchair Drinking so much Vodka that I'm 'bout to have a
liver scare Low Life like the
Skillionaire And I
bet it be a
fucking riot whenever my niggas there [Apathy:] My code name is Cocaine I'm propane with no flame I
make green like David Banner or a
fake gold chain I'm Cobain with no brain It's no pain, it's no gain I'm Conan, I'm Chopin, the
dope man, I'm profane I'm Xanax, I'm Prozac, I'm rap when it was pro black I'm so crack I
go back to parties playing Soul Clap The
old head Jamaicans with machine guns on mopeds The
"Oooh, you in trouble, when dad gets home, you're so dead" I'm more Timbs than Pro Keds I'm Rakim, I
know the
ledge I
know the
Feds go the
lenghts to follow me, it's code red If hoes claim it's "code red" it's all good, it's all head You want a
problem? No sweat I'll body you, I'm Boba Fett [Esoteric:] Yo, the
raps are murderous and lethal Flow, never ending like Fast and Furious sequels Oh, now you's a
gangsta, what that sounding like? My speed's the
Batmobile, your speed's a
mountain bike Yeah, I
write an album in a
day It takes you a
week to come up with one clever thing to say Too busy hashtagging, too busy humble bragging Too busy saying that you working when you feet dragging Uh, we in Barcelona, you in bars alone... uh, plus your car's a
loaner I'm back into focus, you jabronis splashing on cologne the
hopeless You don't know what women like, you know aromas Your team's a
carcinoma, my team's the
Army soldiers We all contribute to the
game, I'm just the
largest donor The
spit is sick dog, yeah I
bark at owners The
Man of Steel, Superman without the
Clark persona [Celph Titled:] Let's take a
trip inside the
mind of a
mobster Let's see a
rare kind of monster (uurh) Iron I'm palming, I
am Brian De Palma (aww) If Bush hired Osama then fire the
Llama (pow) Light the
ganja scoma and spit shine my armor (yea) Want weed see the
rasta man Wanna get killed? Come see the
"put your noodles in your pasta" man (And that's me) Backyard got snow in the
summer I
mean I
got ski slopes, I
am in beast mode Silly puddy my C-4 (uh-huh) No dot com's or dot nets When I
rock different links so stop and kiss the
pinky ring (the boss) Act tough and I
might laugh, I'm a
giant Sit up out my chair and block your motherfucking flight path