Vinnie Paz — contra
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contra Vinnie Paz01:34
Текст песни: contra
[Intro: Killa Sha] The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seeing it It is what it is indeed Stoupie Ya'll be knowing huh? Let 'em know [Verse 1: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight You're a pagan trying to battle someone who's Christ-like The precise knight that smash you with a white pike Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders You roll benches till playing fear was fair game Ya'll got fucked up like sex on an airplane That's why we can't change, we just ill We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real The clip's filled with the wrath that Cain saw Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!? [Hook] Looking for rappers who wanna battle Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad The underground rapper who be wrecking Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like [Verse 2: Killa Sha] Holocaust, rap javelin toss, the Sha's the boss I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because" My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause I play 48 minutes hard without the calls Slicing elbows through ya jaw, need I say more? Fascinated with 44's and foul whores Large gram cook-ups, and the ill drug scores My captivating verses, that'll open all doors I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law! [Sample: distorted] "raindrops on the ground" [Hook] Looking for rappers who wanna battle Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad The underground rapper who be wrecking Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like [Verse 3: Jus Allah] Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya Keeping L's lit, sending pellets through helmets Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with Taking niggas out their element, rhyme fighters Divine writers, time travelers, Sliders Pale niggas act jail lifers True tale is that they nail biters with the trails in they diapers Shoes never walk nor land, explore land I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh Playing on ya wrist like strings on a violin Dying in a blood pool wrestling Leviathan Fucking wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks [Scratches till end]
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