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The invincible huh? ya'll be seein it
It is what it is Stoupie
Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em

the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]

Hold the device tight, it's time for a mic fight
You're a pagan tryin to battle someone Christ-like
The precise knight smash you with a white pipe
Left you into the ocean under the night's light
Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul
Cop or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll benches till fear was fair game
Ya'll got fucked up sex on an airplane
why we can't change, we just ill
We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit
The clip's filled with the wraith that saw
Then I slash with a leather mask and
That's why the raw, that's why your veins pour
why you copped my shit nine times at the same store
That's why you the Dragon and got slashed
And that's why the counting up cash. What!?

2x

"Lookin for rappers who battle"
"Don't seem to that I'm just that bad"
"The underground who's wreckin"
"Whatever ya yo, whatever ya like"

Holocaust, rap javelin Killasha's the boss
I what's yours, pour poison in your pores
I'm down for the my nigga, not "because"
My soul made to be lost, stop for the pause
I play 48 minutes hard without the
Slicin through ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating with 44s and foul
gram cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, that'll all doors
I soar like a condor for war, fuck the law!

(distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"

[Jus
Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya
of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya
Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets helmets
hit, you and the fag you share a cell with
Takin niggas out thier rhyme fighters
Divine writers, time travellers,
Pale niggas act jail
Who tell the active nail with the 12s in thier diapers
Shoes walk nor land, explore land
I my scrolls and code it in Fortran
Bullets ya wig kid, brushes with death
I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya
Playin on ya wrist strings on a violin
Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin
wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Ya'll like niggas born without dicks