| I don’t know why y’all scared now, this ain’t a new game*
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| Christians been raping children over in Ukraine
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| I don’t indulge in small talk, it’s only true pain
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| I don’t divulge the plan ahk, I fuck with Hussein
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| Acid is falling from the sky, fuck a new reign
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| This is a flammable liquified gas butane
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| Muggs gave me audio heroin, hit the
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| Blue vein
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| I ain’t even Vinnie no more, Evil my new name
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| I’m like Elijah Muhammad carrying thoughts afar
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| Laws of nature and mathematical charts of god
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| I’m taking everything letting you faggot authors starve
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| War criminals are becoming the arbiters of law
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| And y’all are fouler than swallowing pork
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| Real talk, free speech under foreign assault
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| And y’all are burying your head in the dirt
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| The heavy metal king hold big shit, hit your head with the lock
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| This shit is (raw), the Jedi Mind’s (raw)
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| It’s war with the metaphor and you ain’t seen a storm before
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| You ain’t Pac, get the fuck out of the underground floor
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| It’s over, homie you ain’t got no love anymore
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| Do it (raw), the Psychorealm’s (raw)
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| This war’s gonna end all, you ain’t seen a storm before
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| I ain’t taking this shit no more
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| We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y’all
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| I’m the father of anything that’s been done before
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| I was sparring with you, I ain’t even begun the war
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| I like darkness, I don’t know what the sun is for
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| Y’all have small hammers, y’all must be the son of Thor
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| Don’t need hands, telepathically the gun will draw
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| That’s the reason that you motherfuckers is running for
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| I saw the angel Gabriel y’all who we coming for
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| Y’all lock your part the same hell when I confronted y’all
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| I can ascend without any physical death
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| I can repent without any physical breath
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| To me it’s not a discussion it’s invisible chess
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| And if the vodka not Russian then it ain’t hitting the chest
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| I can talk about drugs, guns, deading your shit
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| I can talk about the Torah and dimensional shifts
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| The power of the almighty is what’s sent through my lips
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| The power of the almighty when the sentinel spits
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| This shit is (raw), the Jedi Mind’s (raw)
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| It’s war with the metaphor and you ain’t seen a storm before
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| You ain’t Pac, get the fuck out of the underground floor
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| It’s over, homie you ain’t got no love anymore
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| Do it (raw), the Psychorealm’s (raw)
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| This war’s gonna end all, you ain’t seen a storm before
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| I ain’t taking this shit no more
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| We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y’all
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| I’m the complete rapper, the seventh son of the beast master
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| My heart is bigger than anyone and it beats faster
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| I’m a fucking king getting better with each chapter
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| Kiss the fucking ring, you’d better agree bastard
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| A sucker MC like the DMC classic
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| I’m not a fucking star yet but the seed planted
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| Energy of god head, Vinnie P tantric
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| I’m capable of levitating and speak Sanskrit
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| Yeah, and that’s all part of the perfect machine
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| Part of perfect precision, part of the perfect regime
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| Part of purpose and the part of the work on my Deen
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| Perform wudhu make salah now the surface is clean
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| Everything meticulous, Vinnie’s work is pristine
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| Fuck with me you’ll take a trip under earth with the queen
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| I give a fuck about a critic, I’m searching for cream
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| My shit is filled with hollow tips so it bursts in ya spleen
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| This shit is (raw), the Jedi Mind’s (raw)
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| It’s war with the metaphor and you ain’t seen a storm before
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| You ain’t Pac, get the fuck out of the underground floor
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| It’s over, homie you ain’t got no love anymore
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| Do it (raw), the Psychorealm’s (raw)
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| This war’s gonna end all, you ain’t seen a storm before
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| I ain’t taking this shit no more
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| We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y’all |