| We heavenly devine, that’s why we steadily shine,
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| and put a steel mic through an enemy’s spine.
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| My voice got power like if ten of me rhyme.
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| and gettin in my face mean its weaponary time.
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| Look at you, studying my every rhyme,
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| banging this, listening to every line, have em rewind.
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| Vinnie Paz will fight vicious,
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| Y’all easier to fuck with than white bitches.
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| We nice with this, ya’ll better stand still
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| Must have forgot the fact Vinnie Paz ill.
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| I doubt y’all, hologram the outlaw,
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| ya’ll muhfuckers is never right like southpaws.
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| Thats why I doubt ya’ll, ya’ll ain’t raw,
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| wettin' you with a 45 caliber claw.
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| You wanna see the last kid I battled before?
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| Then check his fuckin brains where it splattered the wall.
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| 2: Vinnie Paz
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| You’re forced to fight, when I’m scorchin' the mic,
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| My source of life, holy, like the corpse of Christ.
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| You lost your life and I’m the sorcerer right?
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| And Vinnie Paz rhyme have you lost in the light.
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| What ya’ll muchfuckers think you flossin' tonight?
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| Gimme that, matter of fact, toss me your ice.
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| we steel, my clique is too ill,
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| and ya’ll, ya’ll more bitch than Dru Hill.
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| But the true skill that comes through me,
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| is from bangin' on hell freeze by cool-c.
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| Ya’ll don’t move me, ya’ll at war with the veteran,
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| with a digital trigger finger like the lederman.
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| the vendetta man, I know where my hearts at,
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| I’m the better man, so don’t start that.
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| When I bomb back, burn fuckin leeches,
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| send you to hell to see more shells than beaches.
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| We eliters, we from Hamburger Hill,
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| science and math combine with supreme skill.
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| My team ill, I’ll send you to hell fast,
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| the cream build, you buried in Belfast.
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