Vinnie Paz talking:.
Yo, this f***' Vinnie Paz baby
Esoteric baby, 7L baby
We takin' y'all motherf***kas to war
Teachin' y'all how to rhyme, awrite
So feel me, before I stuff a f***' sock in ya mouth
and stick you in my trunk, what, check it out
It's like this, yo, yo, yo.
This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef
Hands to ya teeth, watch how I slang to a beat
And you weak motherf***kas better stand at my feet
'Fore I beat motherf***kas when I handle my heat
So consider this verse here a motherf***' bomb threat
Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet
I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet
I ain't even let out, all of the GODS yet
That's why ya plams sweat, you fake bitch
I'm strong like Iron Mike Tysen in eight six
You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors
F***' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basics
Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go
Y'all crazy big wid no skill like Manute Bol
Vinnie Paz bring physical rain
And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what.
We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in
Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
See a wack rapper, and start smashin'
"And that's what the f***k I call a chain reaction".
I'm like Bill Gates motherf***ka
You're like GILBERT GRAPE'S younger brother
My rap style's undiscovered
Dames wide like the frame or the Lincoln Navigator
Style just like an aborigine that wrestles alligators
You know the deal crab rappers peel
I give 'em s***t that they can feel
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che
Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae
Today's pay day, we on some dumber s***t
Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it
Put you in check, put my foot to your neck
You lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collect.
The Army is back, and we bombin' the track
Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT
Regardless of that, battery assault wid a mack
And Vinnie Paz a motherf***' dog when I rap
You beef wid one of us, we all in ya back
And a muh'f***ker like me, put claws on ya back
Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano
My team, they f***k up more keys than a piano.
Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin'
Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose still
Circling, in ya s***tty deck
I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath
watch him bleed to death
Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity
Actin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on me
With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon
We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong.