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Outerspace - Silence lyrics
[Vinnie Paz] I’m Abdullah the Butcher, pay respect or I’m pulling the cooker You might as well kill yourself, I’m thrilling to push you Even if you survive son, you still bitch Cause I’m waiting anxiously to pull the kill switch Your body still stiff, rigor mortis I bring pain, it’s just raw, it’s King’s chorus I seen pain that was pure, it’s rich ? I seen brains that was poured on six corners Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remains heartless That’s due to my fixation on the darkness Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee You’ll see what the psychology of Philly really be Yeah, I’m from the birth place of Rocky My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti You couldn’t stop me, I fucking brain drill I stick around a while to witness how the pain feels Fucking faggot [Crypt the Warchild] We in the game where we smash for freedoms Raw producer’s cribs look like wax museums We set up shop, round up and attack the region See a hundred Puerto Ricans on Banshees leaning We out to slaughter people, we that raw Puericos We them revolutionists cause no law’s equal We them executioners cause your cerebral Or pick your brain matter up in God’s cathedral Don’t sleep I put a bag under your chin Approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp Make you stagger with a limp I’m a addict for the gin, like a Catholic for the sins Speaking ratchets through their lips And you passionate to live, but that chapter don’t exist I put the ratchet to your rib and make a bastard out of your kids Make a casket out of your crib while I’m smashing out your wizz Have a Gatling for the kid and I’m laughing at the bitch The most immaculate spit, most elaborate with the gift Then dip my whole team till there’s carats on their wrists I need Rocky finger tips, next slaughter begins So when we step up in the spot don’t nobody forget One [Planetary] I’m the type that could slaughter a syllable You killable rap niggas spit words too pitiful I pity the fools, I’m sick with the tools, we shitting on dudes You need to be more hip than the news We ruthless, untamed tiger, tally your votes I’m number one draft pick, man endorse my quote You heard ?, I loc, I escort my folk We deep like dead bodies on tour, I know We ride like Coupe DeVilles, aim, shoot to kill OS and Jedi Mind we the truth for real So ill we rock three pieces suits and build Like Reservoir Dogs, in the booth I spill I feel more official, we’re still lone on our hills G5 shine bright like it’s stainless steel The name is real, OuterSpace the rain is real If you can’t stand the rain, then this ain’t your field, stupid |
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