Vinnie Paz]

Yo.. It's Vinnie Paz baby my man Panik on the track! NAMEAN! NAMEAN!

I'm bout to take yall to war. Teach yall how to rhyme. Check it out

YO YO



[Verse 1]

We heavenly divine, thats why we steadily shine

and put a steel mic through a enemy spine

my voice got power like if ten of me rhyme

and gettin in my face means its weaponry time

look at you, studyin my every design

bangin this, listening to every rhyme

heavy rewind, Vinnie Paz'll fight vicious

Yall easier to fuck with than white bitches

We nice with this, yall better stand still

Musta forget the fact Hologram ill

I doubt yall, Vinnie Paz the outlaw

Yall mafuckas is never right like southpaws

Thats why I doubt yall, yall aint raw

rippin you with a 45 caliber claw!

you wanna see the last kid i battled before?

then check his fuckin brain where I splattered the wall
Hook (2x):

RAW IS WAR! YALL BETTER PRAY FOR ARMAGEDDON!

YALL SPILL BLOOD ON SLUGS FROM ALL WEAPONS!

VINNIE PAZ! I'M LIKE THE LORD's RESURRECTION!

IT'S ALL ENDING! SO BRING THE GOD WHEN I STEP IN!



[Verse 2]

You're forced to fight, when I'm scorching the mic

my source of light.. *holy* like the corpse of Christ

you lost your life, and I'm the sorceror right?

and Vinnie Paz rhyme have you lost in the light

what? yall mafuckas think you flossin tonight?

gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice

but still, my clique is too ill

and yall? yall more bitch than Dru Hill

the true skill that come through me,

Is from banging "All Hell Freeze" by Cool C

yall dont move me, yall at war with the veteran

with the digital trigger finger like the letterman

the vendetta gram, I know where my heart's at

I'm the better man, so dont start that

when we bomb back.. BURN FUCKIN LEECHES

send you to hell to see more shells than beaches

we elitists, we from Hamburger Hill

science and math combined with supreme skill

the team ill, we send you to hell fast

your cream build, you buried in Belfast

ayo Panik! pass me the gin!

'cuz aint too much muthafuckers rockin with Vin!

stomp him with tims, 'cuz I heard he hate hell

the last thing that he saw? a .38 shell



*hook*