Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Greatest Features, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.06.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Raw |
| I run with Puerto Rocs, Morenos, Costa Ricans, and some Guidos |
| My bullets quick and fly around your head like they’re mosquitoes |
| The mark they leave inside your body smaller than a needle |
| The fiends here get their rock and roll like they’re the Beatles |
| I’m from Philly and the killers on the block is my people |
| And that’s regardless of the fact they’re moving rock and diesel |
| It ain’t nothing for me to bust a fucking shot at people |
| For me to run up on your spot and bust a Glock at people |
| And my fam, they’re waiting patiently to clap a round |
| My hands are strong enough to spin the earth and crack the ground |
| My crib like a gun store, Vinnie keep the heaters |
| And fucking with me only gets you close to meeting Jesus |
| The man that tried to battle Pazienza, he’s in pieces |
| That goes for anybody else that Vinnie P. competes with |
| I’ll die for any of my cousins that I run the streets with |
| And for the motherfuckers that I share the m-i-c with |
| It’s starting to pour, stepping out the crypt and the morgue |
| A hockey mask cover my face, a hunting knife in my palm |
| We murdering y’all, Randam Luck, Jedi Mind, gun to the jaw |
| We clap the metal till we finish you off |
| I’m just a ghost doing recon exposing the coast |
| With the skull in Toronto or I’m a man on at home |
| We the coming of the Messiah getting rid of the poor |
| Tapping the beef like a butcher in the kitchen of gore |
| I fucking batter you, shatter your clavicle |
| Tactical individual creating these lyrical fucking miracles |
| On the steps of the White House ramming the doors |
| Shaking the motherfucking pillars till the government falls |
| With that raw shit coming out the mouth of the beast |
| A mercenary upon the altar ready to feast |
| My piece is ?, pointed at you ready to blow |
| The saga begins, kiss the ring of Don Corleone |
| I’m the motherfucking Fourth Reich, black Nazi kraut with a knife |
| Party like dance, we bring a torch to the fight |
| We meet in dark streets, chicken shit I can hear your heart beat |
| Your whole steez constantly reminds me of gynecology |
| Pork your pussy, in this game there’s no room for rookies |
| My jock strap is ten inch so fuck your larynx |
| Our shoes big as us, you couldn’t fill it with a semi truck |
| I feel like that so protect ya necks and stuff |
| Extortion, plagiary, assassination, perjury |
| Erase history, pages missing from books remain a mystery |
| Is our conspiracy really? |
| reality? |
| Seriously if it’s evil then it falls into my category |
| Rape these cheques like a statuatory invite into Ron Jeremy’s orgy |
| That’s totally another story |
| We got fucking popular, night breed like Dracula |
| The way I flip shit you’d think I invented the spatula |
| Yo hold tight, let me recite my words sparking |
| This gold mic is like fighting Tyson in the dark |
| In the back alley I rally my people for the breakthrough |
| Cali to the fullest, Randam Luck always stay true |
| The real deal underground sound living prophesy |
| A new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey |
| Gotta be the policy, constantly they follow me |
| Tapping my home phone so they can know who’s calling me |
| Cold blooded and rugged, they’re taking your rights back |
| Now’s the time to rise up, we ready to fight back |
| Armoured factions spitting true to the masses |
| Conspiracy theories surrounding government actions |
| Their tactics controlling your passion |
| They’re stashing classified documents so nobody knows what happened |
| Collapsing in buildings, you’re asking for loose change |
| We digging for answers, leave us hanging like Hussein |