Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadow of the Guillotine, 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
Shadow of the Guillotine |
«I have heard the young men of Judah. |
They acknowledge me king! |
As for you… |
You thought my father’s yoke was heavy? |
Wait until you feel mine! |
You thought my father’s taxes too high? |
Mine will crush you! |
How dare you speak out against your lawful king? |
My father chastised you with whips. |
I shall use scorpions! |
I am your king!» |
I stay on top of the mountain, I was a born rapper |
The house of the Holy Spirit, another long chapter |
Untouched glory of God, a strong factor |
The nine laws were bound together from psalms after |
The Smith & Wesson rubber grip made my palm blacker |
You not a MC pussy, you a reformed actor |
Your whole fam is fucked up in Al-Anon matter |
The Chemical Wedding of Christ where the gods gather |
The weapon of the dead gods was a thorn dagger |
Every verse, every Sura in the Quran has a |
-nother scripture, another picture was drawn blacker |
Arabize Kurdish legacy, the storm catcher |
The fuckin' MC you don’t wanna perform after |
The seventh son of the seventh son of his law passer |
Mercy prevail over wrath from Imam ladder |
16 bars similar to God’s rapture |
They tried to stop me at every level and stress me and send me devils |
I press 'em like Chevy pedals and shred 'em like heavy metal |
We’ll never settle for a minute of the spotlight |
Your raps is a gat spittin', it ain’t shot right |
I caught some spittin' shots to your brain cell |
So you and George Zimmerman can rot in the same Hell |
Capital Q stand at odds with the metal ready |
And level the playin' field with the God of the Serengeti |
Keep your enemies close enough to never fall |
A victim of a death plot, keep afar and get shot |
Decapitated heads drop and fall down a flight of stairs |
Like Apocalypto sacrifices, I rap to stack prices |
Like Apple Mac devices, it’s real brutal |
And got that rock steady seal of approval |
I pray to the heavens, he pray to the east |
And on the Sunday San Gennaro we parade to the feast, minchia! |