Yeah, Vinnie Paz 2 G of the Pharoahs All that good
the Hologram] Yo, yo The lawnmower man Through your skull with battle We whip asses, with adjante slashes Crushing like we was fascists and four gashes We bashes, the faggots who attack it right Take they and then turn them into my acolytes That's the sight of blood that make a child That's the of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say to to a heavenly father It's fatal, like a NATO military We hotter, warriors Atlantis Couldn't understand how raw the is The mantis who use the rod 'Cause y'all physically bruise the name God
Yo the technique, to your immune Leave you in the dust, let niggas choke on fumes It's the tight mikes, aerodynamic, The shadow I is dominant, royal highness Philly's own home-grown cham-pion Purposely unknown until shown Cold as stone, the stage, my away from home I, prefer to leave these cloned alone Buildin' a home for lost MC's gone the pressure when my team come on strong, it's QD
[Chorus 2x] *Stoupe Don't try to... But can't the skill execute right Listen up y'all suckas to I say out an unstoppable...
[Jus Megatron is fuckin' Hoppin' out of Lake Ness motherfucker in range is left top-less Quell my metropolis, shit's cop-less Y'all cock-less, we stuff y'all in For pockets, yo my thugs is thick Thug'll diss em, when we gotta put a slug in your your dame, Pharoahs we shatter your brain 'Till a nigga's salary to lateral game Like Calgary Flames, puttin' on ice Put me in hell, for puttin' nails in Christ
[Louis I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the at Governor Ridge Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a son-of-a-bitch With an itch to misbehave and wave a In front of your face so close to your whiskers shaved To disengage, or rip the pages your notepad And 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads The only way rhymes would be the shit You need to read a script on playin' gay you cats could eat a dick sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin' Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin,
[B.A. Hey yo I got a fetish, to see rip When my Tek spits, breakin' the bone ya'll chest is I a nigga to try and battle I'll put the sweat in your palms when you you're adam's apple Eat MC's Chupacabra was eating cattle Defeat disease palabras, frequently in battle Make the hardest man fall and start to squeal a fifth to his face, taste the steel This why I got pro deep and ruthless You useless, Fuck with us and leave We're often as psycho-drama dispensors niggas then put 'em in trauma centers