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[Vinnie Paz talking]

Yo, this fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby

Esoteric baby, 7L baby

We takin' y'all motherfuckas to war

Teachin' y'all how to rhyme, awrite

So feel me, before I stuff a fuckin' sock in ya mouth

And stick you in my trunk, what, check it out

It's like this, yo, yo, yo

[Vinnie Paz]

This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef

Hands in ya safe, watch how I slang to a beat

And you weak motherfuckas better stand at my feet

'Fore I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat

So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat

Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet

I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet

I ain't even let out, all of the launch yet

That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch

I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six

You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors

Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basics

Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go

Y'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? bo

Vinnie Paz bring physical rain

And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what

Hook:

We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in

Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

See a wack rapper, and start smashin
'And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

[Esoteric]

I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka

You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother

My rap style's undiscovered

Dames wide like the frame or the Lincoln Navigator

Style just like an aborigine that wrestles alligators

You know the deal crab rappers peel

I give 'em shit that they can feel

My style's like steel

You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it

Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it

That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it

And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it

Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che

Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae

Today's pay day, we on some dumber shit

Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it

Put you in check, put my foot to your neck

You lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collect

Hook (2x)

[Vinnie Paz]

The Army is back, and we bombin' the track

Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT

Regardless of that, battery assault wid a mack

And Vinnie Paz a motherfuckin' dog when I rap

You beef wid one of us, we all in ya back

And a muh'fucker like me, put claws on ya back

Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano

My team, they fuck up more keys than a piano

[Esoteric]

Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin
Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose still

Circling, in ya shitty deck

I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath

Watch him bleed to death

Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity

Actin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on me

With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon

We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong