Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Is War , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album Greatest Features, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.06.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
This Is War |
| Yeah yeah, it’s Vinnie Paz daddy |
| Fuckin' Jedi Mind Tricks |
| 7L es King Syze, Outerspace |
| Aotp what’s the fuckin' deal |
| Yeah, we mob on you muthafuckas |
| Eh yo Warchild, take these muthafuckas to war cousin |
| It’s the army cocksuckas' abandon shit |
| We spit sharp spot rushes that’ll damage cliques |
| Rip hearts squash fucker take a laugh at it |
| Bloody bath activist feel the wrath of Crypt |
| Hungry ass hooligans’ll strike passionate |
| Basket case, used to not havin' shit |
| Maskin' tape, used to block passages |
| Until you’re forced to stop breathin' on paralysis |
| I’m cancerous cold-blooded battlest |
| Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous |
| You’re average, no way to challenge this |
| Ravenous scorchin' fire acidness |
| Every move made precise I’ma strategist |
| Rock the world to the point where it’s axisless |
| No point to even learn what a atlas is |
| Aotp get it correct we smash shit |
| We underground where the roaches at |
| Corrosive explosive like Sosa’s bat |
| I’m feelin' like one of baseballs greats in this shit |
| Cuz I make kids purpose second nature to spit |
| Talk shit you got smacked cuz you shouldn’t a spoke |
| Now when cats say you real dog they put it in quotes |
| I stay fly aim high like white puttin' up coke |
| We keep shit official like couples that woulda' elope |
| We give the, press the scare like Jason Blair |
| Pharaohs treat you like an infidel so fuckin' say your prayers |
| I snatch up crews line em up like braided hair |
| They cornrows, basically you’d rather face the chair |
| I’ma, mastermind with a, axe to grind |
| Chiro, pratic lines, put ya, back in line |
| Opinionated muthafuckas who got some shit to say |
| They will voice it in the booth like it’s election day |
| This is war cousin, we got shit on smash |
| 7L es on a run for the cash |
| Yo this is war daddy, and I’m controllin' the fam |
| Are shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram |
| Yo, some say I’m gifted |
| I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes |
| Impressin' the critiques when I’m boss an apprentice |
| I see the future, within extensive vision |
| I put this fuckin' track in the, intensive division |
| King Syze, to all a y’all in case y’all didn’t notice |
| I wrote this, talkin' roaches till my heads swollen |
| I’ma needle in the vein spittin' the daily dosage |
| Like T. O. I scream on encroaches |
| If the game plan ain’t goin' my way, I threaten to leave |
| If we leave man the crowd goes to set or to sleep |
| Who’s better than me, diamonds’ll be testin' the teeth |
| My specialty feast, tell you were the feminists speech |
| A pessimist beast, ya glass is half empty |
| Put the, hang up on paper put ya crowd in a frenzy |
| I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many |
| Only a chosen few would know how to use it dog if any |
| The verb specialist armed and dangerous |
| Ain’t happy till I know you feelin' the pain from this |
| Till you bleedin' in buckets we all beef and ruckus |
| We are the fact in rap you ain’t gone see nothin' |
| No royalties, no promotion |
| I could talk that shit on front, I got you open |
| Illegal alien floatin' motion is uncontrollable |
| Sorta' like Christ, with the power to snatch souls from you |
| Ya whole spirit collapse ya brain fried |
| Spittin' darts the pharaohs come at you from eight sides |
| Esoteric and Vinnie got semis from Celph Titled |
| Space throw grenades King Syze got the rifles |
| Call Ap, when he react you fallin' back |
| Cheap pack and hop on the next flight to scrap |
| We made it happen now, backpackers go wild |
| Cuz space is the place to put a cramp in your style |