Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7 Fires of Prophecy, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song God of the Serengeti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
7 Fires of Prophecy |
We minding my business and leave me yours alone |
We talking about me your job is on the camera motherfucker |
Hey look at this motherfucker right here in the back. |
Look. |
Look. |
Look at this motherfucker right here in the back |
Look. |
Look at him uppercut. |
Look at the uppercut! |
Look at the uppercut! |
Look at the uppercut! |
Look lo lo lo look at the uppercut right there! |
Hey! |
Hey, do the uppercut again! |
Do the uppercut again |
«Is it good or bad?» |
Terrible. |
Like the worst thing in the world |
Hey it’s a job, you know what I mean? |
And especially in America having a job is |
a blessing and doing something you love is a blessing even if the people are |
miscreants |
Yeah you’s a fucking wuss. |
You know what I mean? |
You couldn’t last a day in my |
shoes |
A lot of these cats I wish they’d just forget the address to the gym |
You know everything is not for everybody. |
You don’t see me going in |
motherfucking Wall Street picking up a fucking briefcase trying to type do you? |
Cause that’s not what the fuck I do |
I beat the fuck out of people. |
You know what I mean? |
«slow down and recollect» |
Flow is tsunami, bulletproof Bugatti |
Arab Nazi spraying a semi out a Ferrari |
Crash Maybach Music, smash Aston Martins |
Cops turned rappers, y’all niggas is targets! |
Regardless, I’m the hardest to wannabe martyrs |
Chess game weak, niggas need to move more smarter |
Art of war is mastered, my thoughts be the realest |
Military intelligence, hood under surveillance |
Armed up like they got beef with the government |
Hood shit, ghetto apostle, live covenant |
Move like the niggas that’s facing Capital Punishment |
Jedi, Militant Minds is who I run with |
Queens where the villains meet, killas with illa heat |
Lifers with blood in they eye, saying they feeling me |
Naturally will only be me, one tragedy |
Kuwait Majesty, stay tuned, witness the faculty |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
Come on lord don’t make me load the pump |
The Mossberg have you taking shots like the local drunk |
My trigger finger itch like I ain’t had a smoke in months |
I land a left-right-left before you throw a punch. |
(Left, right left!) |
I was sent from God in case Jehovah fronts |
I’m the explorer in the Torah I was chosen once |
Put you in the corner you a lonely dunce |
I been rhyming since Phyllis Hyman and golden fronts |
And y’all don’t wanna see the heat melt |
The strap go click and I ain’t talking bout a seat-belt |
Y’all could never feel the pain that we felt |
Pops died, watch my mother cry, think how she felt! |
You in México, fuck around with Federale |
I ain’t hard to find, look for the severed bodies |
I come from a culture where we treasure Gotti |
Sono Italiano, guidare le Bugatti |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«You ain’t ready yet» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |
«Slow down and recollect» |