Raw Is War

Vinnie Paz

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    [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 fuck with than white bitches
    We nice with this, yall better stand still
    Musta forget the fact Hologram ill
    I doubt yall, Vinnie Paz the outlaw
    Yall mafuckas 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 fuckin brain where I splattered the wall

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    [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 mafuckas think you flossin tonight?
    gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice
    but still, my clique is too ill
    and yall? yall more bitch 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 FUCKIN 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 muthafuckers 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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