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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo I mastered the flow I know death more than Lazarus know And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know That I ain't scared to start a revolution Another fixed election another injustice I'ma execute 'em Land of the free, home of the bravest Who you think the victim who you think the fuckin' slave is People on the grind working for minimum wages Working nine to nine and seein' the minimum paper Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare And the lack of a proper universal health care They don't know about the common man They care about distracting you and hope that Israel'll bomb Iran I got a bomb in hand, and it's for George Walker Meet ya maker motherfucka meet ya lost father [Hook: clip from Mobb Deep] "It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch Attracted to our style this is how we get down....." "Big jewelry and big guns We get busy it get grizzly" [Verse 2: King Syze] SongtexteThis is concrete rap Q-Dimension pavin' the way It's a sacred day waiting for my patience to pay I'm a horse that grazin' the haters sayin' all that I'm the evil that's born when someone good passes away I'm both good and foul things The love and hate an unwanted child brings Right left life death the stress of the trial brings The best of the wild kings that's us This is smoked out rap get high angel dust Roll with niggaz that be payin the dues Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose Live they whole life drainin' booze Doc already told me is it rap or smoke Is it bars of death for life or a whole in my throat Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' shit That next shit Syzemology the new testament Do this for my niggaz call me the fan Yo I do this for them haters sayin' my songs don't bang [Hook] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] If this industry's a movie I'm the starring actor You're an assistant for the intern at the back of ?gaffer? But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet Backstage with four whores on all fours And that's on all tours How more can I spit a punchline and an ill statement And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment No explainin' it, you do the math I did the math teacher Miss Anita spread wine under the gymnasium bleachers Fucker, don't matter which homes speak Cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Bird's beak Plus the creamy white powder yeh we sellin' the milk D My audio be to raw for children it's filthy I never leave the crib without a pack of now and laters I pack now and blap later And ain't a player you can find rollin' down the strip with hundred rounds in clips Packin' macks in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun shit When you hear the click ya click run quick dick Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's the pistol whip Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect an Inconspicuous spit will catch ya mens when I'm spittin at ya [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania