Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song God of the Serengeti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun |
Yeah, one two |
Yeah, it’s the God of the Serengeti |
I’m the god of the seven deadly |
Immortal Technique, Poison Pen what up? |
G.O.D, Jus Allah |
Tony Kenyatta, what up baby? |
Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty |
Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy |
It’s epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses |
It’s metaphysics that borders on the philosophy |
Another song of yours is just another disaster |
Another verse of mine is just another cadaver |
You could call it a Genesis of another chapter |
You could call it the venom that’s from the troubled rapper |
The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in |
Who is God? |
What’s material manifestation? |
I’m indestructible, my actions are that of a Mason |
Yamasee Native American tribe of relations |
The judge threw the book at me, I take it in blood |
The rook move horizontally, basically drugs |
A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs |
Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love |
With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right |
With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide |
We swing side to side, so what’s happening'? |
So what’s crackin'? |
So what’s stackin'? |
If we falling out, then we brawling out |
Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about |
Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'? |
Yo, what’s happening? |
It’s all that shit… |
Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse |
I charge a price for telling people what the process is |
Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious |
Natural resources running out for the populace |
Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist or an ambassador |
Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre |
‘Back to the Future' without the flux capacitor |
Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters |
You bath salt sniffin' zombies fuckin' a stranger |
Navajo skin walkers, nigga, I’m a face changer |
Surgically remove your heart, bury it at Wounded Knee |
A microcosm of the graveyard that Earth is soon to be |
A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewelry |
I’m stocking food and water cause shit ain’t what it used to be |
I’m motivated like Buster Douglas when his mother died |
Border Patrol, nigga, see you on the other side |
With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right |
With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide |
We swing side to side, so what’s happening'? |
So what’s crackin'? |
So what’s stackin'? |
If we falling out, then we brawling out |
Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about |
Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'? |
Yo, what’s happening? |
It’s all that shit… |