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VINNIE PAZ lyrics : "Raw Is War"

[Vinnie Paz]
Yo.. It's Vinnie Paz baby my man Panik on the track! NAMEAN! NAMEAN!
I'm bout to take yall to war. Teach yall how to rhyme. Check it out

YO YO

[Verse 1]

We heavenly divine, thats why we steadily shine
and put a steel mic through a enemy spine
my voice got power like if ten of me rhyme

and gettin in my face means its weaponry time
look at you, studyin my every design
bangin this, listening to every rhyme

heavy rewind, Vinnie Paz'll fight vicious
Yall easier to $#&@ with than white (*##$es
We nice with this, yall better stand still

Musta forget the fact Hologram ill
I doubt yall, Vinnie Paz the outlaw
Yall ma$#&@as is never right like southpaws

Thats why I doubt yall, yall aint raw
rippin you with a 45 caliber claw!
you wanna see the last kid i battled before?

then check his $#&@in brain where I splattered the wall

[Hook x2:]

RAW IS WAR! YALL BETTER PRAY FOR ARMAGEDDON!
YALL SPILL BLOOD ON SLUGS FROM ALL WEAPONS!
VINNIE PAZ! I'M LIKE THE LORD's RESURRECTION!

IT'S ALL ENDING! SO BRING THE GOD WHEN I STEP IN!

[Verse 2]

You're forced to fight, when I'm scorching the mic
my source of light.. *holy* like the corpse of Christ
you lost your life, and I'm the sorceror right?

and Vinnie Paz rhyme have you lost in the light
what? yall ma$#&@as think you flossin tonight?
gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice

but still, my clique is too ill
and yall? yall more (*##$ than Dru Hill
the true skill that come through me,

Is from banging "All Hell Freeze" by Cool C
yall dont move me, yall at war with the veteran
with the digital trigger finger like the letterman

the vendetta gram, I know where my heart's at
I'm the better man, so dont start that
when we bomb back.. BURN !#@*IN LEECHES

send you to hell to see more shells than beaches
we elitists, we from Hamburger Hill
science and math combined with supreme skill

the team ill, we send you to hell fast
your cream build, you buried in Belfast
ayo Panik! pass me the gin!

'cuz aint too much mutha$#&@ers rockin with Vin!
stomp him with tims, 'cuz I heard he hate hell
the last thing that he saw? a .38 shell


[hook]

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